October, 2015 Archives
Oct
What It Felt Like To Die
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I plummet to the earth–the emerald field I stood upon moments before.
The one who injured me was merely a streak of shadows which approached, just as quickly as he vanished.
Below my navel is a tiny puncture. What was once unblemished flesh is now a faucet, bathing soil with my body’s vital broth.
I realize my aorta is severed.
Clouds bob and flicker, bearing the faces of my family. I panic, fervidly trying to grasp them–their expressions are indifferent, unresponsive.
Instantly, tranquility engulfs me. Darkness eclipses my vision. I surrender, relishing the divine slumber that beckons me.
From Guest Contributor L. Michelle Corp
Oct
Granny
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He didn’t want anyone to take this wrong but granny was a bit of a pain! She just sat in that rocker like a dried up old prune. She just sat there not moving or saying anything. But those pension checks kept rolling in, and he kept cashing them. He had power of attorney for her. He hated her place. The air was dry and smelled stale but he went there every week, making sure no one disturbed her. He couldn’t have that of course. If they found out she died three years ago, there’d be holy hell to pay!
From Guest Contributor Derrick Fernie
Oct
An Ending, A Beginning
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Dr. Philippa Marsden awoke with a start, the hard cold wood of her desk on her forehead. She clasped her hands to either side of her head, as if she was trying to hold her splitting headache prisoner. Her breath wheezed through her pursed mouth, but the fever was gone.
“Jonathan?” He lay on the floor, white coat stained with blood, stethoscope laying beside him like a dead snake. Pulse? None.
Philippa ran from ward to ward, the cacophony of the previous night replaced by silence. Pulse? None. Repeat. She ran outside to the street..
“HELLO! ANYONE?” Nothing but silence.
From Guest Contributor Ross Clement
Oct
The Artist
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I was smitten with her, and the pretty photos she mailed me.
I told her I’d plunder her supple body; that I imagined her rolling, like liquid, beneath me.
She loved when I said her moans would ricochet off every surface of her lovely bedroom, glazing it in sinfulness.
I told her everything she wanted to hear.
Anticipating our first meeting, I created a collage of her photos: my vision of our tryst.
I savored each slice of my scissors as I dismembered her perfect limbs, her naïve, breathtaking head, rearranging each fragment of her like a scrambled jigsaw puzzle.
From Guest Contributor L. Michelle Corp
Oct
Ashley Who?
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My buddy George is sitting at the bar by himself, twiddling his wedding band. Often tempted to “kick over the traces,” he never succumbed to temptation.
“How long have you been married, George?”
“Long time. Dunno.”
“When crooks hacked the infamous adultery website, was your name on the list?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep.”
“Well you must be the only male over 35 years of age in this town whose name isn’t on the list. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“I know.”
“I can tell you what the problem is George. You’ve been married too long.”
“Yeah. Too long.”
From Guest Contributor Barry O’Farrell
Barry is an actor who sometimes writes, living in Brisbane, Australia. Barry’s stories can also be found at 101 Words, Cyclamens & Swords, 50 Word Stories and of course here at A Story In 100 Words.
Oct
I Had A Dream
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
That horrible dream kept coming back: there I was, a birthday girl at the local gas station purchasing the winning lottery ticket for the Mega Million jackpot.
As a devout Christian, I condemn gambling and other greedy activities. However, this dreadful nightmare made me feel shamefully happy and put my virtues in danger.
So, on my birthday, I resolved to resist Evil and locked myself home. The dream did not return.
The same night, some sleazy socialite from Miami stole the lucky numbers from my dream and won the Mega Million jackpot.
Some people have no decency, no decency at all.
From Guest Contributor Olga Klezovitch
Olga is a scientist who lives in Seattle. Her previous work has appeared in 50-Word Stories, A Story in 100 Words and Necon E-Books. Her “When It Dribbles, It Drabbles” Kindle book can be found at Amazon.com.
Oct
Pity Me, My Preconception
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I’d been here before, but I was lost. Confusion, desperation took residence in my bones, my breath, my very being. Everything had changed.
I stumbled along, eyes rambling in vicious circles, a desperate search for something familiar. Nothing made sense anymore. Tradition sacred, change took me by unfriendly surprise. If no one tells me who to be, who am I? I need structure.
I found a man, wearing men’s clothing, and I asked where to find the Men’s Department now that it was just Department. He pointed to the sign that said “Men’s.”
“But what does that mean?” I asked.
From Guest Contributor Stacy Gorse
Oct
The Evil Twin
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
His twin’s name was Darrel. Jerrod thought wistfully that most twins were nearly the same. It couldn’t be further from the truth in his and Darrel’s case. Darrel was the incarnate of evil. He, on the other hand, tried to be a good man. His life was difficult at best, but Darrel made it worse always whispering in his ear, trying to get him to do awful things. He always managed to talk Darrel out of doing these things, but it was getting more difficult dealing with Darrel. ‘Being conjoined was a real pain in the ass,’ he thought ruefully!
From Guest Contributor Derrick Fernie
Oct
Beautiful Bouquet
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I love my wife. Maybe I don’t show it often enough and I will admit there is room for improvement.
The first of the season’s colourful, bright flowers are on display outside the florist shop. As soon as I lay eyes on them, they inspire me; I buy her a bunch and present them with a smile.
“What’s this for?”
“No reason. I love you.”
“What have you been up to?”
“Nothing.”
“You’ve got guilt written all over you. I’ll find out.”
“What will you find out? There’s nothing going on.”
“Enough with denying. It will all come out eventually.”
From Guest Contributor Barry O’Farrell
Barry is a actor who sometimes writes. His stories have appeared in Cyclamens & Swords, 101 Words, 50 Word Stories, and of course here at A Story In 100 Words.
Oct
Decisions
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I was 22. He wasn’t ready, and I wasn’t sure if he was the one. At the time, it seemed like an easy decision. We weren’t married, and I had just started a new job. I was young. I could get pregnant again. Right! Besides, I wanted to be married first, then after a few years have a baby or two. That made more sense. Children should have a stable home. Right? I’m an attractive, intelligent woman, I’ll meet someone who wants a family. But leaving the clinic that day, it never became apparent, that I would never conceive again.
From Guest Contributor Dana Sterner
Dana is a Registered Nurse and Professional Writer. She has written for regional and national magazines, and continues to write in many different genres.