A (Precisely) 100 Word Story
The world was gripped by insomnia. No one could determine the cause. Was it a pandemic? A virus? Maybe the planets were out of alignment. Was there an airborne toxin preventing everyone from sleeping?
Red-eyed and weary, the world carried on spinning. Stocks kept trading and the power stayed on. The resource hungry humans kept gobbling up the earth’s supplies.
A retired couple walks along the rocky shore. “Do you remember when this was a beach,” asks the wife, “before they mined all the sand?”
“That’s why no-one can sleep.” Said the husband. “There’s no sand left for the Sandman.”