Mar
Blue Lights
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“In the basement?” I throw my face at Sunny. Gosh. I hate him sometimes. “What could you possibly want to show me…in the basement?”
The bulb above us illuminates his smile. “Just open it, Sophie.”
I push the door, and I gasp.
“It’s beautiful,” I whisper.
“Yes. Just like you.”
“Where did you get this Sunny? It must have cost a lifetime.”
“You’re worth a million lifetimes, Sophie.”
Tears anoint my cheeks.
“One more thing.” Sunny flicks off the lights. The white dress glows an azure sheen.
He kneels. “Will you marry me?” A ring sparkles in my face.
From Guest Contributor Tom Okafor
Mar
Pitch
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He had been following her for over an hour. She had seen him before and was concerned. Bulging belly, dirty holey sweatshirt, grungy jeans at half mast. Just his luck, she walked into an alley. When he followed her, she reached into her bag. When he became conscious, he turned his head and picked up a baseball by his head. It read, “Stalking a star pitcher is a really bad idea. Don’t do it again.” The next thing he noticed was that his pants were around his ankles and his drawers were down to his knees. The police showed up then.
From Guest Contributor Doug Hawley
Mar
Medical-alert
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
In the advertisement, an elderly woman thanks the company. After a fall, she immediately used the medical-alert device to signal for help. She is now alive. But…
“I can’t stand that thing.”
“How do you mean, Harriet?”
We are now dealing with Harriet and Gertrude. Real people, not women in advertisements.
“George is still alive, Gert.”
Harriet had been married to George for 57 years when he fell and successfully used the device.
“Damn, Harriet. That reminds me of Frank.”
Gertrude, too, had been married for 57 years, in her case to Frank, who had one of the devices also.
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
Mar
Battlefield
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The bombs come at us in droves, the sound deafening. I run across the field dodging bullets and falling bodies, the few men alive still in agonizing pain. Our trench is ahead, and I just need to get there.
Another round of gunfire and screams echoing across the battlefield. My heart pounds heavily and I find it difficult to breathe.
A bullet knocks my helmet off and I’m unprotected.
Someone yells cease fire, grabs my arm, and throws me to the ground. The gunfire has stopped but we’re crawling.
A few feet and we make it safely across.
For now.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
Speaking From Beyond
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The spirit spoke.
“Water is wetting my house.” Trevor woke up from his dream puzzled. He wondered what his dead aunt was trying to tell him from beyond the grave. He waited for the sun to rise and then rushed down to her burial spot to investigate.
Examining the sepulcher, he saw a gaping hole in the roof of the structure and as he looked down he could see the coffin below. He took out some cement and sand he had in his car trunk and sealed off the spot.
“Ok,” he said, “That was what the dream was about.”
From Guest Contributor Dennis Williams
Dennis is an emerging poet/writer from Sandy Hill, St. Catherine, Jamaica. His writings have been published in agape Review, the American Diversity Report (ADR), Alchemy spoon issue #7, the Health line Zine #1, the independent literary magazine Adelaide #54, EgoPHobia # 74, and the livina press issue # 3, Blue Pepper Magazine.
Mar
Bells
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A clang-like sound from hell fills my head. As you make your way closer, I fill up to the brim with dread. My pulse quickens as you close the divide. What is it that I just cannot find? There is a puzzle within me, stirring my mind. ALIVE! There is a constant feeling buzzing, electric and alarming. But then your smile is just so disarming. You pull me close and breathe in a kiss. My lips feel pierced by the tip of something I missed. The bells–screaming inside. Though I cannot see it yet, there is something you hide.
From Guest Contributor Jessah Rutledge
Jessah is a Marketing and Admin Assistant for a Realty Company and a Pikes Peak Community College student studying Fine Arts and Writing.
Mar
Flat Earth
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Flat earth society originally was created to scoff at technology. To challenge the idea that technology was superior. This I thought what a neat concept. Then? I noticed something. I could see thing much farther away than 3.7 miles. Example? Chicago to Michigan Shore Line. I went farther and saw in desert mountain 100 miles away. Making me think. Think? This age of technology to rethink reality and come up with absurdity that technology and science is lying to me? I started questioning a lot. Evolution? No proof after millions of bones. Think before it is too late to change.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Mar
Revelations
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When it comes to online multiplayer games, the reflexes people have are insane. Someone thousands of miles away kills you before you even have time to reach for the trigger. As a kid, I thought they must play all day and night in order to be that good.
I sat there, waiting to respawn, my eyes had begun to water and I’d started drooling onto my Xbox controller from concentrating too hard on CoD Black Ops 2. I thought about how much free time I’d have to play when I was older.
Now I realise just how naive I was.
From Guest Contributor Liam Lloyd-Hughes
Mar
Gold Leaf
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The Egyptians used ocean-faring vessels during the height of their empire, and modern Peruvian fishermen still use similar reed boats. One’s design is to transport a balanced soul into the afterlife, and the other is to sustain the body in life, a means of transport for a trip through time into a world of unimaginable outcomes.
It’s the most exquisite vessel I have ever seen, and I stood there admiring its craftsmanship before I continued my assault. As the sun rises and illuminates the boat’s hint of golden design, depicting Osiris’s ascent from Hades, my wrath has reached its zenith.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Mar
Charles’ Walk
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Charles’ aide was fast asleep on the couch, television blaring. He slipped out the back door and walked not knowing where he was going. He watched the strangers pass and smile as if they knew him. Charles had been lonely, scared, and uncertain about where he belonged, so he walked and walked. It became dusk and he wasn’t sure of his surroundings and stared confused.
A woman with dark hair walking a small dog approached Charles. It was his neighbor of twenty years, Lily.
“Charles, what are you doing walking alone at this hour?”
Charles stared blankly at the lady.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher