August, 2012 Archives

7
Aug

I Hear Voices

by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

“Roses or Lilies?”

“Lilies, the orange ones, please.”

The wedding was all they talked about. It was a hurried event and they were planning a small affair but it seemed to be driving them crazy. His parents had refused to be a part of it.

Money was tight and they knew it would get tighter still. If it wasn’t the wedding they were talking about, it was the move to the suburbs.

But they’d made the decision to accept him.

Eight months and a few days and he would be able to put faces to the voices he’d been hearing.

From Guest Contributor Shruti Verma

6
Aug

Broken Solace

by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

The town of Broken Solace, located at the end of Route 140, owned a single vehicle, a Buick LeSabre, which was shared amongst the residents according to a very detailed schedule that attempted to account for everyone’s needs evenly.

The mayor of Broken Solace did not think much of this arrangement. He believed as mayor he should have his own vehicle and proposed purchasing a Mercedes for his personal use.

The city council approved the purchase. However, the Mercedes became the new community vehicle and the mayor was stuck driving the Buick LeSabre. Not everyone was happy with the new arrangement.

3
Aug

The Balloon Vendors

by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

The people had long dreamed of revolution, but it was the balloon vendors who finally convinced them it was possible. They possessed more than empty talk. They had a plan of action.

They would topple the regime with helium.

It wasn’t until much later that they realized their mistake. Helium isn’t the explosive element. What you need is hydrogen.

They long harbored a measure of bitterness at their failure, but their prison sentences were ameliorated at least somewhat by the fact they had tried to do something. No one could say the same of the knife sharpeners or pitchfork salespeople.

2
Aug

Sensitive Weather

by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

It was the eve of the Little League finals. Bobby looked out his window and cursed the gathering storm clouds. He desperately wanted to pitch in tomorrow’s championship.

The clouds, as all the wise men know, are temperamental. They especially don’t take to being ordered about, by God or anyone else. Certainly not by thirteen-year-old boys.

When Bobby woke up the next morning, the clouds were no longer in the sky. They were stuffed into his bedroom. They chased him about for the rest of the week until he finally apologized.

“Next time, don’t be so mean,” the clouds insisted.

1
Aug

A Loving Husband And Father

by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

He used to be a loving husband and father, a fact so known it was written on his tombstone. His wife knew every night as he was loving her. Once, he loved her so hard she hurt and asked him to love a little less.

He had more to give so he loved Stephanie when her husband’s love had dried up.

He stopped when he disciplined his daughter, who had been such a soft-skinned baby and now was a naughty teenager. That night he spanked her, then loved her along and inside her skin.

Stephanie stopped his loving heart forever.

From Guest Contributor Emily Aledort