Malita : Friday Fictioneers

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) You can find the details of the challenge here.

Copyright – Adam Ickes

Copyright – Adam Ickes


When the little shoes of the Jones was stolen , he was upset. It was a birthday present from his dearest mother whom he had lost recently.

The grief now doubled. He wanted to die.


Just then , he saw a bright light in front of him.

The angel of life spoke to him ” Child , you are still young. You can’t die. You have your whole life ahead of you and you will be one of those people whose gonna save your planet’s climate and bring sense to your people. You will save mankind.”

“What’s mankind? ” he asked.

“Well you won’t understand. And since i can’t bring back your mother so am gonna go and bring back your shoes. Wait here” .


She found it. In her hurry she forgot to see the picture of Malita staring at the shoes.

She appeared again and gave it to him.


There was a commotion in the market.

Malita the legend of the Red Indians was back and roaming the streets.


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