Feb
There Was No Pity
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I watched my daughter die.
The hospital staff laid out a cot in her room. They gave me free passes to the cafeteria. They pitied me in a kindly way and I hated them for all of it.
I watched my daughter die.
I argued with the doctors. I argued with the customer service agents. I argued with my friends and family for no good reason. They all pitied me. All of them were one way conversations. None of them knew what to say to me.
I argued with God and there was no pity.
I watched my daughter die.
Feb
So This Is Hell?
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Revelation 20 states that earth and heaven are burnt up. And? That the evil one is sent to earth to the lake of fire. Making earth in fact hell.
To be living in hell for so long of a time begs the question what did I do? I must have been evil.
I doubt it. I do not like that which is and I do not like what I have seen in history. Is any of it real?
Meaning? Fake history is all over reality these days.
Meaning? Everything seems a bit off kilter or not going according to plan.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Feb
Crazy Beat
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The music thrummed and the people spasmed to the beat. They called it dancing. Martinez, observing from the shadows, thought it looked more like a crazed ritual or a medical disorder.
“Should we put a stop to it?”
Her partner shrugged his shoulders.
“Hard to believe this used to be popular.”
“The dancing or the music?”
Martinez thought for a moment. “Both. Thank God it’s been banned.”
Her bosses at the enforcement authority feared the dancing would spread beyond the nursing home, but Martinez was certain no sane individual in the year 2045 would find pleasure in such deviant behavior.
Jan
Do Electric Cars Dream Of Beach Holidays?
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Is everything packed?
Yeah, pretty sure it is.
Want me to double-check?
I already checked every room twice, but if you want to be completely sure…
No, I trust you.
Shall we load then?
Is the battery charged?
I don’t know.
So you didn’t charge it?
Honey, if you don’t tell me to, I don’t.
You drove the car last, you should have known.
I hadn’t given it any thought. Sorry.
Do we have enough to get home?
No, I’m afraid not.
And what now?
We could stay an extra night, of course.
Shall we do that then?
Good idea.
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
Hervé (°1968 – Ronse, Belgium) started writing short stories whilst recovering from a sports injury and he hasn’t stopped since. Generally he writes them hatless and barefooted.
Jan
Day At The Park
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The fresh scent of flowers fills the air with sweetness. Diana takes a deep breath and relishes the moment, strolling through the park listening to the children play and the birds sing, the warm breeze against her face. She finds a bench, sits, puts her reading glasses on, and takes out her book. She takes a sip of water and begins reading, enthralled in the story, content with the sun on her face, when the cell phone rings.
Diana closes the novel, rushes to the car, and drives to the hospital to say goodbye to her father, her only family.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jan
Burt And Argos
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The news sent everyone into a panic. Years of cable sensationalism had afflicted society with a horrible sense that by paying attention to world events, they could actually make an impact. With that illusion shattered, the reality would take time to settle over them. Time that was no longer available.
Burt had stopped watching the news years ago. He’d accepted his futility and was the happier for it. Better to spend that time with Argos, his rescue.
So while most people rioted, Burt and Argos sat on the beach watching the sunset together, waiting for the end of the world.
Jan
Magic Of Hell
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Closed time curved loop reality travel is what Mandela-effected people are experiencing.
Say WHAT? Imagine if you will a group of people with the ability to steal ideas, people, souls, and move them from one reality to the next.
Then realize the multiverse is nothing more than mirror realities played over and over again like a film with many endings.
Those moving through time are seeing the world as a past life. Where words like Dilemna are now spelt like Dilemma. While mirror mirror on the wall is talking about a Kozyrev magic mirror that transported souls from one realm.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Jan
On A Bus
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
78-year-old Frieda tried to maintain balance while holding her bags. No one offered to exchange places, never mind looked up from a cell phone.
“People used to give an old person a seat,” said Frieda out loud.
A seat? The young driver had seen nothing like that in his experience. “Sit here for a minute,” he offered.
* * * * *
A few blocks after Frieda had driven erratically, a policeman signaled the bus over.
“Enough,” he demanded, tired of her playing on the sympathy of young drivers to gratify her bus-driving-desires. Enough with the previous warnings. He never trusted little old ladies anyway.
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
Jan
Sunflowers On The Horizon
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The rows of sunflowers spread across the horizon, tiny flames of color against a burnt-out sky. Megan ducks away from the window, hoping she wasn’t spotted.
“They’re coming closer.”
Charles scrambles on hands and knees from room to room, locking each door without standing up, praying the bolts will be enough to keep them safe.
“I’m scared.”
Megan ignores his cowardice, once again apologizing to her inner voice for ignoring its many warnings that an RPG podcaster would not make a good husband.
“Just shut up and go get the pesticide from the garage. I have some sunflowers to murder.”
Jan
Your Cold Heart
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The damn dog wouldn’t stop digging.
Bitches can’t be with you if you don’t scream.
I paid the bills. The rent, the cellphone, the electric.
Why weren’t you on my side?
“Come with me!” I yelled.
You said, “You mean it?”
The dog stared at me, wanting an answer too.
I picked up a rock.
I usually miss, but it struck you right between the eyes.
I kept digging in the almost frozen ground.
I’m so sorry!
I guess the dog missed you as much as I did ’cause—
The dog kept digging.
I hit her right between the eyes.
From Guest Contributor E. Barnes
E has works in The Purple Pen, The Haven, Spillwords, Centina Pentina, Entropy, NanoNightmares and a collection of the works, Flash Crazy, was published in 2021 and is available on Amazon.