Nov
The Setup
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Purple marks stained the ivory flesh of the young victim’s neck. DNA forensic technicians hustled around her with their swabs and evidence bottles.
My partner Isobel raised an eyebrow in an unspoken question.
“DNA will confirm it, but it’s him.”
Isobel sucked in a breath. “Adam Knowles. Been killing ten years, but not a hint of where he is.”
I knew where he was. Twelve years since I killed him and placed a sample of my DNA labelled with his name in the database.
The victim’s final screams played in my memory as I, Detective Richard Morrison, guided the investigation.
From Guest Contributor Ross Clement
Nov
The Remnants Of Atlantis
The agents of Atlantis first infiltrated the upper world more than a thousand years ago. Their technology was far more advanced than what humans were accustomed to and they easily assimilated themselves without detection. They became Kings, Generals, Scientists, and Philosophers. Everywhere they emerged, they prospered.
When the underwater volcano erupted in 1066, the bulk of their civilization was destroyed. No one mourned though, for they had essentially conquered the upper world for themselves, without fighting a single battle.
Not everyone agreed. Some Atlanteans argued that though they thrived, in reality, their civilization had been subsumed by the land-walking humans.
Nov
Educated
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
At a student’s desk, she wept. A cheerful message written earlier on the whiteboard: “How are you, Miss Jimenez?” in English and Spanish.
“You can press charges, but I wouldn’t advise it,” one assistant principal said. “He is getting suspended for one day. Any bruises?”
Jimenez hung her head. “No, sir.”
“I’d advise taking a personal day, but it’s so hard getting a sub. Besides, you don’t want to look weak,” the other assistant principal said. The radio squawked – an emergency in the bus lane. The AP’s rushed down the hall on the only day Jimenez left at 4:30.
From Guest Contributor Embe Charpentier
Nov
228 Days To Mars
The Delta 2 rocket clears the tower. All eyes are on the big screen. Lift off is a success.
Spontaneous cheering breaks out.
In 228 days our unmanned vehicle will be on Mars. If all goes well, our next launch will be the much anticipated manned mission. We can feel the excitement already.
I notice Eddy is subdued. He is not joining in the celebrations erupting around him.
“Eddy my man, why the long face?”
“Uhm, just been thinking.”
“Oh yeah, thinking about what?”
“Just remembering something… something important, I forgot I would adjust, recalibrate, in time for this launch.”
From Guest Contributor Barry O’Farrell
Barry is an actor who sometimes writes, living in Brisbane, Australia. Barry recently had a short story awarded runner up in the Arts Alliance biannual short story writing competition. Barry’s stories may be found at Cyclamens & Swords, 101 Words and of course here at A Story In 100 Words.
Nov
Proof Of Concept
In hindsight, it a was generous offer by the aliens. Submit to genetic engineering and humanity’s intelligence would be doubled.
They certainly have demonstrated what we missed out on. We were far too suspicious of the motives of others.
I shake the trotter of Lily, a piebald pig who took a scant five minutes to beat me at chess.
“Now that you’re the most intelligent species on Earth, is there any need for mankind any more?”
She yawned. “They gave us intelligence, but you have opposable thumbs. There’s going to be plenty of manual work for you humans to do.”
From Guest Contributor Ross Clement
Nov
A Long Trip
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The neighbor came over and knocked on my door. The rain fell in torrents.
“Come inside,” I said.
“I’m fine,” he said. “Just be a minute.” Garbed in a raincoat, he rested an axe against his shoulder.
“Returning this,” he said.
“Oh, thanks.”
“Might be a bit dull.”
“No problem. I have a whetstone.”
“Need another favor,” he said.
“Sure.”
“Need to borrow a shovel.” I thought it odd, but I fetched a shovel for him. He turned and began to leave.
“Hey Bill,” I said. “Is Grace back from her trip yet?”
He walked away. Only the wind replied.
From Guest Contributor Dave Lignell
Nov
Four A.M. Flyby
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Disease shrunk his body to nothingness; pain drew up his limbs, tightening his skin until not even his love for her could stave off time.
Finally, he spread his body wide in ecstasy, unfolding each joint, stretching parched skin that once pulsed strong with every heartbeat. With breath diminishing, he flexed each finger, arm, leg, until he was lifted up and out into the dawn.
Four friends awoke, soothed by the tender touch of a breeze kissing their brows. His soul passed; he whispered, “Goodbye, old and treasured friends.”
It was his leaving hour; it was his four a.m. flyby.
From Guest Contributor Karen Sallee
Nov
When The End Comes, It Will Be Abrupt
by thegooddoctor in News
Hello everyone. I wanted to share a story of mine that got published on Flash Fiction Magazine. It is entitled “When The End Comes, It Will Be Abrupt,” and takes place in a world with a dying sun. I hope you like it.
Thanks to everyone at Flash Fiction Magazine, not only for publishing my story, but for also running a great site for short fiction. If you’ve never been to their site, I highly recommend it.
Nov
The Discovery
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Professor Viterbi puffed up like an overripe seed pod, ready to shower his discovery all over the conference delegates in their seats.
“We have discovered a species with left handed DNA. This means life on Earth started not just once, but two or more times.”
The delegates’ jaws dropped; mouths like pitcher plants waiting for further details to fall in.
“This organism has been in front of our noses all the time. The common toenail fungus.”
Half the delegates gave Professor Viterbi a standing ovation. The other half removed their shoes and socks, and stared at their toes in wonder.
From Guest Contributor Ross Clement
Nov
Youth
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It started out from minimalism – a certain connection yet to be plowed. Hands touching, eyes linking, and smiles fleeting. A natural happenstance around the daily living.
“I want to explore this with you.”
Willpower surged around my lungs – please, do the same.
“Yet we are so young, remember? We must be fools!” Apprehensions coiled your tone, but I understood. I feared it too.
“I think we should brave this feeling.”
“What if it fails? We don’t know what we are doing. What if it’s all a waste?”
“Are you willing to gamble?”
A beat of silence.
You gripped my hand.
From Guest Contributor Matthew Burgos