August, 2020 Archives
Aug
Conversation Between A Composer And Their Psychologist
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“I’ve always heard it.”
“And you coped by writing?”
“Yeah.”
“Did writing help?”
“Yeah, when I write it down the music cadenzas. And I get to perform it and make a decent living too.”
“What do you mean by cadenzas?”
“It’s Latin for stop. Then diminuendo until a new tune starts up in allegro. And I write that down too.”
The psychologist wrote: persistent auditory hallucinations & delusions of grandeur. There might be a book deal in this; a construction worker who believes himself a composer. Hottest thing in ClinPsych since the man who mistook his wife for a hat.
From Guest Contributor Harman Burgess
Harman’s short fiction has previously been published in CafeLit and Friday Flash Fiction, as well as in the upcoming September edition of Scarlet Leaf Review.
Aug
The Hubris Of An Atheist
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
HUBRIS CONTEST:
Steven had few religious friends. He’d hector and accuse anyone who was a believer, demanding proof they both knew didn’t exist. He belittled their faith, claimed they were wasting their time, and insisted that all plausible evidence pointed towards the folly of religion. No matter how generous of spirit they might have been, Steven’s condescending demeanor drove them off.
In some ways, Steven’s faith in his own rationality was stronger (and more misguided) than the religious devotion of any of his former friends. Ironic that he now found himself at a loss for words before Saint Peter at the gate.
From Guest Contributor Sarah Levy
Aug
The Queen
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
HUBRIS CONTEST:
She relished her place at the center of the colony. All her needs were met. Her food was brought to her, as well for her nursing children. She had thousands of workers at her beck and call, digging, constructing, foraging. Mating took place whenever she felt the urge. Even her waste was disposed of for her.
Taken care of in this manner, was it any wonder that she could expect to live for as long as ninety years? Every day, nothing but leisure.
She thought herself fortunate, but all the other ants thought of her as nothing but a slave.
From Guest Contributor Wilson Edwards
Aug
Lucif And Mi
by thegooddoctor in Uncategorized
Lucif turns to his friend Mi. “Let’s go.”
“Nonsense, we have yet to explore.”
“With days of darkness, how can this be a safe home for our families.”
“No, we are staying.”
Lucif makes a run for the spaceship. He almost reaches the lever for the door when Mi pulls him back, knocking him to the ground. They struggle and with one sweeping kick, Mi flies in the air and lands hard on his head, yellow eye wide open. He is dead.
Lucif leans over his friend and closes his eye, then heads to the ship.
He is going home.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher