January, 2018 Archives
Jan
Colony Collapse
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Hands full of bees, Alice screamed at the sky. Sitting in the grass, blades tickled her thighs. Bee by bee, Alice lined them up. “I’m sorry,” said the speaker at a funeral attended only by the dead.
Maybe she shouldn’t have quit work. Never built an apiary. Would’ve been better joining a gym. Cooking. Reading books that lived in corners of her home. Would’ve been better to speak what he said in the elevator, his voice curling green, twisting to lick her ears.
Alice lay down, tears falling into her hair. She didn’t want the bees to see her cry.
From Guest Contributor Michaela Papa
Jan
Commenting Problem Fixed
by thegooddoctor in News
Hi,
I’ve been struggling with my comment plugin for a while. I’d set up Disqus comments, but they got disabled and I finally gave up on fixing it and reverted to the default commenting system.
I just created a new Disqus login and it seems to be working again. Hopefully this fixes the problem and I hope it fosters more commenting/discussion on the site. We have a lot of great writers contributing stories every week and it would be nice to foster more of a community, especially since we have writers from all over the world.
Cheers, and keep writing.
Jan
Displacement
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Love at first sight, different people from different cultures.
Driving my Pajero along the rugged coastline of Mayo. A fortnight I had lived in Ireland. Banished for my own safety; a key witness in court against something dark, dangerous. Displaced from my family for doing what was right, exiled into the night. The previous eve I lost myself in similar lanes, crying.
In daylight the shadows dispersed. He was in his tractor, he belonged, descendant of families forever etched in the Irish soil. Appointed by chance as my gardener, meeting by fate. I never once doubted. Three years married. Aliens.
From Guest Contributor Kerry Valkyrie Kelly
Jan
Underground
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Gwen spotted us together in the subway. We were standing talking, and she walked up to us. She looked at me awkwardly fidgeting with her ring, while I stammered an apology. An apology for what; we just met by accident. Nothing happened, I promise.
“You two sure look like a cute couple,” she said, her voice full of self-pity.
Why won’t she listen?
“Busted,” you laughed; big joke.
“It’s not like that, we’re not back together,” I said, not after what you put me through last time.
No one believed me, not even myself; but it’s still not my fault.
From Guest Contributor David Rae
Jan
An Icy Lot
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I cautiously got out of my car into the icy lot. A man in a chair was spinning his wheels.
“Do you need any help?” I asked.
“What the hell do I need help for? Everyone thinks the cripple needs help. Damnit, no I don’t need help,” he said.
“I’m sorry, I just thought…”
“That’s your problem. Think too much. What do you know about being crippled?”
“I have schizophrenia,” I said.
“Well, congratulations. We’re both cripples,” he said. He broke a smile and we laughed.
“You don’t feel bad for me anymore do you?”
“Not at all,” I laughed.
From Guest Contributor Steve Colori