A 100-word short story attempt. Written during study time, it ended up being exactly 100 words (no need to go back and mess around with adjectives and prepositions to hit the target count).
She sat down and began to write. Petals fell as brush caressed page in a creative dance of narrative. A world was born amidst fluid ink-laden strokes. In this world, a girl was born, a prodigal child, mastering wondrous magic. Yet as she grew up, evil befell the world, with the corruption of men bringing sorrow and pain. The girl, a woman now, opposed this evil, striving with all her talent. Endlessly she fought, finally sacrificing her life to restore hope. Her daughter, wishing her memory to endure, decided to tell her story. She sat down and began to write.
