Posts Tagged ‘Air’
Sep
Adrian’s Jog
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Adrian jogged in the park, the autumn breeze against his face. He nodded his good morning to fellow joggers as he enjoyed the chirping birds.
When he finished his laps, he stopped at the breakfast truck and bought his usual cup of black coffee.
The owner handed Adrian his change. “Crisp morning.”
Adrian sipped his coffee before responding. “Yeah, sure is.”
He said goodbye and took a seat on the bench.
The park began to fill with dog owners taking their pets for morning walks and the cool air warmed.
Adrian relaxed and closed his eyes.
It began to rain.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Aug
Hours, Later
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I’m thinking of them, those soft-lipped women, sitting side by side like litter-mates. They yawn simultaneously, then settle their curly-haired heads against each other; closing their eyes for just a moment. The smell of vanilla lotion is thick in the air, and smooth as honeyed kisses. Nothing is wasted; yet, their story is full of unanswered questions. A string of pearl-sized love bites ring their necks, making it hard to disguise the plum-colored bruises on their golden skins that glow above the soft folds of sundresses. Do they ever sleep? These pure and chaste women who lean on each other.
From Guest Contributor M.J.Iuppa
M.J.’s forthcoming fifth full length poetry collection The Weight of Air from Kelsay Books and a chapbook of 24 100-word stories, Rock. Paper. Scissors. from Foothills Publishing, in 2022. For the past 33 years, she has lived on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Check out her blog: mjiuppa.blogspot.com for her musings on writing, sustainability & life’s stew.
Aug
Fade Away
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
As I pass through the automatic doors into the library, the smell of musty books fills the air. I browse the shelves for what seems like hours until I come across a fantasy novel with magic and fire breathing dragons. My favorite.
I plop into the usual large, cushioned chair, and my mind wanders to all the chores I need to do when I get home. The bills need to be paid; I have stacks of laundry waiting to be washed, dinner needs to be cooked. It makes my stomach churn.
I start chapter one.
All my worries fade away.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Duel At Dawn
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The cool, crisp morning air is cold, even in the fog I see my breath. “10 paces I’ll count; 10 paces then turn and shoot,” said my friend. I begin to walk. One. The wet, dewy grass is under my feet. Two. I wore my best clothes today, complete with the gray coat. Three. Black crows call in the distance, laughing at us fools. Seven. Dear god he is already at seven, I think. Eight. The black trigger of this 50-year-old pistol will have another kill. Nine. “Forgive me, Anne. Forgive me,” I pray. Ten. I turn, aim, and shoot.
From Guest Contributor Hayden Unfred
Jul
Night Skies
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Raindrops fell softly with a hiss. Each drop shatters like diamonds when it collides with the earth, leaving a dazzling path that leads back into the darkness. Through the obscurity of night, the city lights are shining.
The air was thick with anticipation for what was to come next, leaving a sense of mystery in its wake.
As I stood there, eyes open to marvel at the majesty of the night sky and the glories of the heavens that filled my view, it felt as if time had slowed down, giving me a moment to breathe and think of home.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Jul
The Edge
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It’s steep over The Edge, one slip, anyone could fall. The Edge overlooks the city, and many people come here to think, make out, and party. Driving to The Edge is easy, it’s leaving that is hard. There are stories about this place; no one is ever invited. The Edge pulls you in, a tense grip leaving you struggling for air. No one really knows how they get here, there are no directions to The Edge, you just appear. I’ve been to The Edge once, it’s scary there. Dark and gloomy, even when there are no clouds in the sky.
From Guest Contributor Montana Huston
Montana is a student of journalism at Pikes Peak Community College.
Apr
Escape Route
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Nadia rushes through the streets. Gunfire and bombs go off in the near distance and people are scrambling, and screaming, knocking into her while sweat drips down the nape of her neck. Her breath is shallow from the heat and clouds of black smoke fill the air. She uses her sleeve to cover her face from breathing in the toxic fumes, but she coughs heavily. She prays her husband is safe, but she hasn’t heard a word since he left to fight for their country.
She reaches the bridge.
A bomb explodes creating darkness and the bridge collapses beneath her.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
In The Shadow
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Nighttime, people strode past him in pursuit of merriment at the city’s main square.
In a high rise apartment across the street, flamenco pulsed from an open window. Singing and clapping erupted. Smells of warm foods being prepared at tapas bars flavored the humid, tepid air.
He pulled a quilt over his head when a nearby nightclub closed and rowdy customers zigzagged into the light of a new day.
There’d be coins dropping into the cup by him on a bankrupt store’s doorstep he called ‘home.’
Someone would throw him an empanada. He sometimes found one, after footsteps scurried away.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction regardless of the season, although she prefers spring.
Mar
Soothing Sounds
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
As soon as I entered the apartment, I felt the heavy air of disappointment. Lauren hadn’t made the all-star team. She’d been practicing her foul shots and layups for months. She was curled into the recliner with a blanket tucked under her chin. I knew better than to speak to her.
On my way into the kitchen, it struck me that my father had discovered texting and Face Time on his cell phone. I shot him a text, turned the speaker on, and my father’s warmth came through my phone.
“Pop Pop” Lauren squealed, jumping and tossing the blanket aside.
From Guest Contributor Edith Gallagher Boyd
Jan
Relationships
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Anna reflected on her most cherished companions.
There wasn’t a room in her home that didn’t feel their presence. They helped her become organized and value the importance of scheduling her days.
When they stopped behaving as expected, especially at times of need, Anna fell apart.
Her son noticed the untimely demise. How she missed appointments or arrived late for others. How her personality took on an air of grumpiness.
“Let’s get you back on track,” he said, visiting one day.
Once he fitted batteries into the once silenced clocks, his mother bounced back.
Her time-focused companions ticked on.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction while trying to keep warm through a Canadian winter.