Recently I was given a challenge to write a 99 word story incorporating 6 words that were randomly chosen for me. This process was both fun and challenging. Below is the story. The 6 necessary words are in italics.

I wanted to cry. The deadline I was up against left no room for slowing down, or even taking a deep breath. The pressure was immense. I’d never put myself through anything like this before.

The second round took longer than expected but I completed it and was onto the third. I hoped I could get it finished. Moments later the signal went indicating time was up. No, not already?

I was sweating and felt sick to my stomach as I awaited the results. Why had I thought it was a good idea to enter a pizza eating contest?