100-Word Short Stories

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 The Speck of Dust


In the waiting room, the young girl sat with her crumpled resume in hand. Around her, people chatted busily, their gazes passing over her like she was invisible.

“Is it right I am just a speck of dust in this city, so small that no one even notices me?” she wondered, her eyes heavy with unspoken sorrow.

By the end of the day, her footsteps dragged along the pavement, her empty stomach a constant reminder of her struggles. Looking up at the gray sky, she whispered to herself, “If cannot choose where to begin, can still decide where to end. Sometimes, even a speck of dust needs a storm to rise.”



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