Posts Tagged ‘Air’
Nov
So Lonely
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Enlo’s shallow breaths barely inhaled enough oxygen to maintain consciousness as he summited. Another goal accomplished. He surveyed the crests of the tallest mountains searching for some meaning to it all.
His assistant had urged he take a selfie, but he decided a photograph would only remind him of the futility. This expedition was meant to refresh him. All he felt was the impotence of the air around him.
Enlo Tuffin was the richest man in the world, and surely the unhappiest.
He started his descent. Nothing left but to punish the world for the misery it had brought him.
Oct
Testimony
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When my car flipped in the air, I presumed that was the end, but I was alive, and my wife and daughter were gone.
It’s been many months since the accident, and it felt like yesterday. I wheeled myself into court, paralyzed from the waist down, remembering the day the doctor told me I wouldn’t walk again. I thought, it doesn’t matter, and then I remembered my son, Charlie. I needed to be strong for him, so, I struggled through physical therapy.
The heinous drunk driver was brought before the court and his fate will be awaited by my testimony.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
The Pyramids
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The new neighbors were installing an elevator in the three-story home on the corner. As soon as it was finished, they handed out tickets like we were going for a ride. When the doors opened, we stepped out into a blistering afternoon, where men were struggling with giant blocks of stone. Were they busy creating one of the ancient wonders of the world? It looked like we might be witnessing a miracle, but the air was stifling, thousands of years old. Wasn’t it time to go home and relax? Kick off our shoes, call an end to this crazy day?
From Guest Contributor Linda Lowe
May
The Walk
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I must be insane walking the streets at 3 o’clock in the morning, but I need to clear my head and the air helps.
A dog lunges at me from the alley nearly biting my ankle. It growls and leaves. I head toward my apartment since I wouldn’t get any thinking done after that.
I’m about to put the key in the door when a tap on my left shoulder startles me and I jump.
It’s my son Jameson.
“Dad, I want help, I need help.” His beseeching voice says.
I unlock the door and leave it open behind me.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
The Choice
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When the bombs exploded, I veered the plane sideways.
My men yelled we should vacate, but I had to make the destination point.
As the men jumped one by one until I was the only one left, shots hit the fuel tank, and I had no choice.
I said a prayer, left my station and vaulted out into the sky.
In the distance, I heard an explosion and flames filled the air.
I heaved a sigh of relief when I landed safely on solid ground, until footsteps approached, and guns were aimed at my chest.
I landed on enemy territory.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
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
Dec
Horrors Of War
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Innocent civilians taken hostage. Families plead for their loved ones’ safe return, helpless and fearing the worst outcome. All they can do is weep and wait.
Pictures of children shown on the news, unaware of the outside world, scared, frightened, and huddled together unable to sleep, wanting their parents to save them and not knowing why they’re separated.
Countries gather to create foundations to help those in need. How long will it last?
Shootings and chaos surround streets, and gunfire echoes in the air. People bellow and search for safety, unable to find it.
These are the horrors of war.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Nov
Big Money
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Howard entered the school’s front office Monday morning following his Saturday wedding. The head secretary smiled at him and cooed coquettishly, “Ooh, Mr. Morgan, how’s married life?” The other secretaries smirked, eager to hear his reply.
The question amused Howard. He didn’t know what to say so he pumped his fist in the air three times and said, “It’s fantastic. I’ve doubled my income. Life is good!”
“Oh! Oh!” the head secretary shrieked, hands flying to her throat. “You’re just the most horrible man.”
Grinning madly, Howard walked out of the office thinking, What a great start to the day.
From Guest Contributor Robert P. Bishop
Nov
Former Glory
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She sits in a worn wheelchair, slightly swaying to the raspy and sultry melodies playing on the radio behind her. Drunkenly sloshing the dark brown liquid in the bottle she’s nursed throughout the night. Her eyes are as heavy as her heart, drooping with sadness and weeping with grief. Taking another sip, she sighs as the liquid scorches down her throat. She hums along to the music, reminiscing times when she played the same syncopated rhythms on stage. Her knobby and wrinkled fingers dance in the air on her ghost piano while swallowing sobs, thinking about her glorious old memories.
From Guest Contributor Sa’Mya Hall
Aug
Gone Fishing
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The fish hook didn’t stir in the stillness of the water.
There’s a dark, ominous look in the sky. Not the sunny, warm weather the forecasters predicted.
The shore wasn’t far, so I stayed on course and waited. I wished I had something to drink. The air was humid, and my lips quenched water.
In the tiny row boat, I felt lonely, especially since no one else was on the lake and my only companions were the birds chirping in the trees.
A bolt of lightning filled the sky, followed by claps of thunder.
Then the downpour.
No fish today.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher