Posts Tagged ‘Best Friend’
Nov
The Whimsical Sun
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It always rained where I lived, and the sun never showed its face. January to December: an encore of relentless grey days.
Sometimes during the summer break, when the gray became unbearable, my mother allowed me a night’s stay at my best friend’s house next door.
There at her place, we would play late into the night and there was always an abundance of hot chocolate and stories to go around. Late mornings, while we were still in bed, her father used to roll up the clacking blinds, and tiny motes of dust danced in the sun, just like magic.
From Guest Contributor E. Rhyme
Apr
Fatigue
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The day I wound a rope around my neck and jumped off the washing machine wasn’t even the worst day of that week. It started when I met my best friend Helen at McDonald’s for coffee.
“It’s your Harold,” she said. “He’s having an affair.”
I gotta tell ya, I laughed so hard, coffee came out my nose, and it was hot! “Come on,” I said. Harold doesn’t have the stamina to have an affair.”
But he was.
And she was our daughter’s college roommate.
And our daughter approved.
And I was too tired to divorce him.
So I left.
From Guest Contributor Pat Tyrer
Pat is a writer who hikes and watches birds when the sun is up and star gazes when it’s not. When not reading or writing, she can be found out walking with her dog Emma. Her work has appeared in Readers’ Digest, Quiet Mountain Essays, Black Fox Literary Magazine, among others. She has published two poetry books: Creative Hearts (Path Publishing) and Western Spaces, Western Places (Local Gems Press).
Mar
Best Friend
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Candy crawled behind the battered settee, where nobody could find her, and held her knees tight to her chest. Sleepy raindrops smashed at the window, echoing like someone rapping at the door. Someone who cared.
“Rain will be my best friend now,” Candy resolved.
She didn’t need anyone else. People grumbled she had the shape of a baby elephant; people rolled their eyes and tsked tongues like she took too much space in their lives. Even her darling Beckie said she looked ludicrous.
She turned to the dotted window. “You don’t think so, do you?”
It tapped a little harder.
From Guest Contributor Malvina Perova
Malvina is a warrior writer, creator and illustrator from Ukraine, the amazon from https://goamazons.tumblr.com/ and an artist at https://www.instagram.com/goamazonsart/
Apr
Divorced
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I’m the son of divorce to the neighborhood. Parents keep me from their children. They don’t know my pedigree, they claim. Nothing against me personally.
They know about Dad and his liaisons. They slander over smiles and Sinatra. Mother’s a “hysteric.” Can’t keep a husband. Son’s a bastard.
Mother wears starched smiles for neighbors, weeps at night.
I want to fight. I want Mother to smile. Let neighbors hate me for loving Elvis, not for Dad’s idiocy. I want to cruise the streets, to be called friend. Best friend.
I’d be considered hysterical to mention this.
I don a smile.
From Guest Contributor Yash Seyedbagheri
Yash is a graduate of Colorado State University’s MFA program in fiction. Yash’s work is forthcoming or has been published in WestWard Quarterly, Café Lit, 50 Word Stories, (mac)ro (mic), and Ariel Chart.
Sep
My Sidekick
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She was the best stress buster I had. My best friend. My confessor, she bore all my messes. Talking to her was necessity not habit. She was my anchor in my bad marriage days. Ironically, my daughter shares a birthday with her.
She is the picture perfect woman to me. She got married to the best guy in the world. I’m so happy for her. I had never thought distance and time would keep us apart in these technologically advanced days. She is in EST and I am IST. What a mess these 9.5 hours have created in my life.
From Guest Contributor Dr. Scribbler
Aug
Rex
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Marvin is out cold after his drink is spiked.
He wakes up to a group of men around him laughing. The men hate shapeshifters. Each of Marvin’s limbs is tied with rope, the ropes attached to bulldozers.
The signal is given and the bulldozers pull away at the same time.
Marvin is stretched to eight meters, then twenty. At forty meters Marvin snaps into pieces and dies.
Clark the shapeshifter gets there too late. Clark transforms into a T. Rex and says, “Hear you’re looking for me.”
Clark will avenge the death of his best friend, Marvin the Elastic Man.
From Guest Contributor Denny E. Marshall
Apr
Taking The Leap
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Andrea says.
I look over at my best friend, then down at the water below us. I swallow nervously before replying.
“It can’t be that bad. After all, Alex has done this at least twenty times.” I wince at how shaky my voice sounds.
“Yes, well, Alex is Alex. Remember the time he stayed underwater for two minutes because Tim offered him a frappe?”
We laugh, breaking the tension.
I take a deep breath. It’s time. “Alright, together. Breath, crouch, and jump.”
We clasp hands. I see the doubt and jump off the cliff.
From Guest Contributor Neroli Ladner
Apr
Smashed Glass
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
You remember: a blurry red light darting across the sky; the glossy road and its skewed mirror of your forehead; flashes of light into the eyes of a man in a hat, crossing the street. He remembers: two tons of steel collapsing from a rooftop, crushing his best friend flat. All that was left were two blue fingers and the smell of dust. The building remembers: the bones and bricks who made it strong, the lightning and rain licking its sides; burst out windows, a fire devouring from within like a disease. The fire remembers being the thing that burned.
From Guest Contributor, Jeremy S. Griffin
Mar
He Dreamed Betrayal
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Allen awoke from his morning dream reluctantly because he didn’t want to face the disturbing reality of what it might mean.
Why had he been kissing his best friend’s wife? He’d known Samantha for years, and in fact had been at the party when she first met Tim. They were perfect together. Did this dream mean that he secretly had feelings for her.
Sure, he’d been sleeping with Samantha for months, but that was just sex. It didn’t mean anything. Yet what if he actually had some affection for her. That would be a betrayal of his friendship with Tim.