Posts Tagged ‘Anger’
Jun
Her Date
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She didn’t let anger precipitate her tears. Not yet. She was intent on finding the man of her passion. Approach him head-on. Strike him repeatedly with fiery bolts as thunderclouds rolled in her eyes.
Stiletto heels clicked her steps up the runway to where he lived. She rang the doorbell. Waited.
How could he forget a special day or ignore it?
She noticed the door ajar. Pushed it. Entered a dark apartment.
“Surprise,” voices screamed in unison. Lights went on.
Her beau poked his head into view from the other side of the door.
“Happy birthday, honey,” he managed sheepishly.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her work has been published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, and espresso stories.
May
The Price Of Loyalty
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jesse saw his blood staining the grass behind him as he was dragged across the lawn. At least he thought it was his blood. He’d taken such a beating that he was starting to worry about Mr. Jordan’s fists.
Most people thought Mr. Jordan had an awful temper and they generally quit his service after only a few weeks. Those that lasted did so because they stood up for themselves.
That meant, when Mr. Jordan was in one of his moods, Jesse was the singular focus of all the boss’s anger.
Tonight, Mr. Jordan was in one of his moods.
Apr
Wrong Turn
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Gareth and Melissa knew they were lost when they reached the gas station. It seemed abandoned, with the rusted pump and the crooked sign and the station house that had collapsed years previously.
They argued bitterly, with each blaming the other. Melissa had missed the turnoff, Gareth had refused to look at the map. But their anger towards each other was really just a mask for their own fears.
The station pump was well over 3 meters tall. They couldn’t be sure when it had happened, but sometime during the night they had crossed over into the land of giants.
Aug
The Curse
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
To this day, I don’t know what I did to anger her. I was waiting at the stoplight at Pinehurst and Rock Creek. An old woman was crossing, decrepit really, and if I was guilty of anything, it was allowing my gaze to linger a fraction too long, perhaps just a tincture of disgust in my expression. When she looked in my direction, I immediately turned away.
That’s when she began screaming, condemning me and all my future progeny. She even spit on my windshield.
From that day, I’ve never approached an intersection without being stopped at a red light.
May
Whispers And Tears
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“I love you,” she whispered. She felt guilty. Part of her wanted to yell for the entire world to hear, but she shrank from revealing herself in front of so many of her peers. Whispers would have to do.
Guilt changed to anger as her expression of love was met by silence. She shook the phone, thinking it might be broken, even banged it against the floor. Now she was embarrassed and didn’t care who was looking at her. Tears came as she screamed into the receiver.
Mrs. Johnson came and scooped her up.
“It’s time for your nap, dear.”
Oct
In Posterity
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Humans have always known it’s unwise to offend the Gods. They are ventose braggarts and given to empty talk, especially when their anger is piqued. Fail to make proper obeisance and a natural disaster is likely to follow.
xxxx wanted to end the cycle of sacrifice and retribution that had lasted for centuries. He thought the Gods were bullies and believed they would back down if someone challenged them.
After what happened to xxxx, I don’t dare to write his name. Suffice it to say his theory about the Gods was poorly thought out and won’t be named after him.