Feb
Slab Of Butter
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
James had few true pleasures remaining in his life. Time, divorce, and the company had taken most everything. His doctor seemed intent on taking what remained.
“You’re going to have to cut out alcohol and fatty foods.”
James stared down at his bowl of greens. Across the table, George was cutting into his steak. Steven, keeping it light, had a baked potato topped with sour cream, chives, and bacon. They both drank from judicious glasses of red wine.
“Can you pass me that plate?”
Ignoring the stares from his friends, James smeared a large slab of butter onto his salad.
Feb
’13-Shot’ Frank
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The Old West had its deadly gunslingers like ‘Wild Bill’ Hickok, Wyatt Earp, and Doc Holliday. Then, there were poorer slingers like ’13-Shot’ Frank. Yes, Frank had lost 13 consecutive fights and had the bullets in him to prove it. Still, he limped on to his 31st birthday.
Doc Jenkins had pulled him through each time, unable to extract a single slug. He was called by Frank’s landlord to the bedside.
“Can you keep him alive for a couple more rent payments?”
Was this the end? Doc Jenkins could handle wounds and fractures. But chronic lead poisoning was another matter.
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
Feb
Are We All Bound In Hell?
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The quantum traveler reviewed history yet again.
Age of change?
Age of reality?
Watching the Mandela effects replace known history?
Or a mind swapped into a shifted realm?
For?
In Abe Lincoln’s election 1860 only 2 parties ran. Not 4.
Lincoln according to Hillary Clinton and myself was a senator.
The question really is does any of it matter?
Or is this all some sort of dream?
Science confirms we live in a simulator.
So a test is expected at the end of a simulated training run.
Is life the test or is hell just all there is to expect?
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Feb
Devastation
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jack and Angela surveyed the scene with racing hearts. What they’d just witnessed was pure devastation, as insatiable leviathans sucked flesh from bone, leaving nothing but emptiness in their wake.
Jack and Angela felt lucky to have survived, as if one false step might have left them vulnerable to the same fate. Like a dog that bites the hand that feeds it, had they tried to intervene, they too might have been stripped to the bone.
“I guess I’ll start cleaning up,” said Jack. “I’ll wash if you dry.”
Angela followed into the kitchen, lamenting she’d ever agreed to IVF.
Feb
Interview
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I stepped out of the car, I took a deep breath and cleared my mind.
I hadn’t been interviewed in years and now older, I didn’t know what my chances were of getting hired. My friend recommended me to the department head, and I hoped that would get my foot in the door.
I had my briefcase in hand with an excellent portfolio and references. What more would they want?
I opened the door and entered the office only to be told by the receptionist that the manager had an emergency and I’d have to come back another day.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
Beneath The Snow
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Winter arrived early. Sheep were herded off the pasture. Leaves gathered by Pa stood statuesque in domed heaps.
Grandpa didn’t look at them; reminded him of Quonset huts, the friends he lost in war. Our border collies stared and growled, sensing something amiss. I discovered why.
Furry heads with pink pointed snouts erupted like volcanoes from new, smaller mounds across the hushed terrain, spewing dirt from within.
Pa noticed? Doubt it. Rosie pulled him into town often.
With spring in a few months, planting season will bring him back to the fields.
He’ll learn all there’s to know about moles.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
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.