Apr
The Perils Of The New York City Subway
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
As a child, Jaime loved the subway. No car seats. Strange people. Traveling underground in a long tunnel. She couldn’t wait to be old enough to ride into the city on her own.
She remembered how fucking innocent she used to be. Now she hates the subway. Especially the strange people.
Today for instance. The only available seat’s in the corner. Right next to the cocoon. It’s been growing for weeks. It used to be a rider, but now he’s pupating on the D Train.
Jaime sits. It’s not the grossest thing she’s witnessed on the New York City subway.
Apr
Birthright
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Brandon surveyed the sea of grass standing before him. The wind, which shook the trees and rained leaves down from above, was swallowed up in the green swathe so that the air at ground level was nearly silent.
When he left home, this had been an empty plain of course dirt and stone. Summer storms eroded the land, winter froze what remained, and travel across was rough but manageable.
Now the surface was alive and Brandon was scared. But he was also determined to return to his birthright.
He took only a few steps before he drowned in the vegetation.
Apr
Echoes
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The crowd echoes in the distance. My feet are in position, and my hands above my head. Mozart plays as I gracefully glide across the ice. The judges eyes weigh on me as I prepare for my triple axel.
I take a deep breath and jump mid-air, landing perfectly on my left foot. The crowd roars.
I did my best, but there’s still more skaters ahead.
I wave to the crowd and pick up the freshly bloomed roses. As I make my exit, my skate lace becomes loose, and I trip, hitting my head against the wall.
The roses fall.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
Cannibal Snacks
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The only store open at that hour was out of the first-aid cream I needed. Security cameras recorded what happened next. I ran amok in the chips and candy aisle, as if a slave to junk food. It was scary how much I could pack in. By the time the cops showed up, I was outside again and a cat had become just a red smear in the road. Someone recently asked me how I would describe red to a blind person. I shrugged. No one wants your honest opinion, ever. They may say they do, but they really don’t.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie Good is the author of The Titanic Sails at Dawn (Alien Buddha Press, 2019)
Apr
Preparing For The Afterlife
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Sally spent most of her days cleaning. She polished and buffed and wiped her way through every room in the house, until it was time to start all over again. The dwelling wasn’t that cluttered either. She was just extremely thorough in her routine.
Matt, her husband, had argued they should hire a cleaning service, but Sally believed it was her responsibility. He eventually gave up and left her to it. It seemed to make her happy.
Sally took more care with her possessions than she did with herself. Perhaps because she knew they would someday be all that remained.
Apr
Kingly Pursuits
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Every spring, King Tolliver traveled with his retinue to the ruins. None of the official historians had an explanation of what city once stood here, all of the stories offered contradicting explanations of the calamity that brought the civilization to decrepitude.
The official justification for King Tolliver’s annual sojourn was his desire to reflect on the folly of excessive hubris. This was deemed a kingly pursuit. But the truth of the matter was much more prosaic.
Tolliver’s son enjoyed scrambling over the rocks looking for cracked ceramics and the occasional colored glass. More importantly, the king shared the prince’s enthusiasm.
Apr
His Girl
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He returned to their place, behind a shrub. Where they as teenagers
watched practitioners exit a church. Where he kissed away her tears
after her father walked out, showering affection on a stranger.
She, the girl he played tag with in childhood. The one he dated
through high school. The one he wrote to after he moved out of the
city, and her letters stopped abruptly.
He watched between raindrops clinging to leafless branches. She exited
the church on the arm of another man. Wedding procession followed.
Rainstorm may have passed, but the storm in his mind had only intensified.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna is a writer of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. She
resides in Edmonton, Canada with her husband and stuffed animals and
many friends.
Apr
The State Of Care
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A banner stretching across the building’s exterior says, “What’s Shakin’.” You aren’t sure how that should be read, as a description or a question. There’s only one way to find out. You enter through an unmarked door, walk down a long, dim hallway and up a set of stairs into an area filled with bad smells and loud noise. If you’re going to be stranded somewhere, this may not be the best place. The caregivers take frequent breaks to look out the large windows. It isn’t safe or legal, but they’re Americans and believe they can do whatever they want.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie is the author of three recent collections, I’m Not a Robot from Tolsun Books, A Room at the Heartbreak Hotel from Analog Submission Press, and The Titanic Sails at Dawn from Alien Buddha Press.
Mar
Emptiness
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Toniann held her infant daughter close to her chest. She hummed and rocked looking at her tiny eyelids, gently pressing her face against baby’s fragile skin.
The nurse came in to take her, but Toniann pleaded for a few more minutes. She loved the feel of her small body in her arms.
Kurt gently reached to remove the baby from Toniann’s arms. “Honey, it’s time to let the nurse take her.”
Toniann struggled at first, but then released her daughter into the hands of her husband. Emptiness filled her heart.
She’d never feel the soft touch of her daughter again.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
Jesus Christ Superstar DJ
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The most impressive thing Jesus has done recently other than walking on water and dying for everyone’s sins is buying that used turntable at a yard sale. From the moment his fingers graced the platter, he couldn’t stop himself from shredding sweet jams, morning, noon, night.
Wrists limp in constant trance, eyes filled with stars, he gave birth to melodic mixes that wafted through windows and pierced hearts.
The evening he stood on that stage holding the Cincinnati DJ Superstar rhinestone-encrusted first place trophy, a tear streamed down his cheek. This one’s for me, Dad. This one’s just for me.
From Guest Contributor Ashley Jae Carranza