Posts Tagged ‘Birthday’
Feb
’13-Shot’ Frank
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The Old West had its deadly gunslingers like ‘Wild Bill’ Hickok, Wyatt Earp, and Doc Holliday. Then, there were poorer slingers like ’13-Shot’ Frank. Yes, Frank had lost 13 consecutive fights and had the bullets in him to prove it. Still, he limped on to his 31st birthday.
Doc Jenkins had pulled him through each time, unable to extract a single slug. He was called by Frank’s landlord to the bedside.
“Can you keep him alive for a couple more rent payments?”
Was this the end? Doc Jenkins could handle wounds and fractures. But chronic lead poisoning was another matter.
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
Jun
Mr. Robot
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Robots Contest Entry:
I wanted a new laptop for my seventeenth birthday, but my parents bought me a robot instead.
It’s not that bad, I call it Mr. Robot. I know, it’s not that creative, but the name is fitting for a machine, and it’s become a friend. I programmed Mr. Robot to speak and follow commands. Its square eyes and grey metal body are scary to look at, but hey, it does what I need it to do.
In fact, my parents didn’t consider that it is a computer and can give me the answers to my homework.
A win all around.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Aug
The Cave
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Today is his wife’s birthday. Five years later, a ghastly memory lingers over him. He cringes recalling the cave tour he planned for his adventurous wife. Now, he desperately yearns for her.
A cold breeze sends shivers down his spine while he silently fights back tears. His grief-stricken heart is infuriated by Mother Nature’s cruelty.
He still hears echoes of his wife’s pleas to rescue their child from nature’s wrath. Ruthless in stealing her, now this cold cave is blessed with his wife’s beautiful soul.
A flurry of air passes through him as her immortal love warms the hollow cave.
From Guest Contributor Hetal Shah
Hetal Shah graduated with her Bachelor of Commerce from SIES. She lives in Mumbai with her husband, son, and daughter. She rekindled her hobby of writing over the past year. She is the winner of Mumbai Poetry League 2020, and her poem was published in an anthology by Poets of Mumbai called Guldastaa A Bouquet of Poems. She also writes flash fiction, and has been published twice on 101words.org. She loves to read, and especially enjoys reading and writing stories of romance and everyday life. Besides writing, she enjoys cooking new cuisines, traveling, and singing.
Jan
The Paisley Tattoo
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
We couldn’t afford real tattoos – we were too young, anyway – so we borrowed a stick-and-poke kit and I let Jim attempt a yin-yang symbol on my back. Mom called Jim the artistic twin; said he needed an outlet – but that was the encouragement of a mother loving her son too hard. His sweaty hands shook and slipped; after an hour, he quit, and we never spoke of it again. On our eighteenth birthday I had my brother’s work converted to a paisley that I’d later recreate for a favorite tie; Jim spent his money on a different set of needles.
From Guest Contributor Rich Gravelin
Rich writes short fiction from the woods of central Maine.
Sep
The Voice
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Beginning on his sixteenth birthday, Kevin began to hear a voice in his head. A friendly voice, it offered advice and made recommendations regarding both important and unimportant topics alike. Kevin thought of it as a friend.
As time passed, the voice gradually became more insistent about certain themes. Of particular concern to the voice was what car insurance Steven used. This seemed like an unimportant matter to Steven, who was content to stay on his parents’ insurance policy with Allstate. This extremely bothered the voice, and eventually Steven relented.
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Sep
The Stuttering Fool
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“She sells sea shells by the seashore.”
I practiced ’til my eighteenth birthday. My last day of stuttering.
“I will ask Betty Montgomery on a date,” I told myself.
When I walked onto the beach behind her sea shell stand, I heard her say to her friend, Jill: “He’s such a stuttering fool.” She was talking about me. I couldn’t ask her but I stayed stutter free.
I bumped into her at the grocery store yesterday.
“Damn, you look good!” Time had been good to her too but I couldn’t tell her.
“Who was that, Pa-Pa?” My grandson asked.
“Nobody.”
From Guest Contributor E. Barnes
Oct
The Eve Before Halloween
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The eve before Halloween I visit Melissa’s gravesite and place a
bouquet of yellow roses against her stone. She’d be thirty years old
today. The cemetery is empty, and the rain is cold against my face, but
I am here.
“Hi, Sweetie. In honor of your favorite holiday, I’m having a Halloween
party and celebrating your birthday tomorrow. I wish you could be here,”
I say, tearing. I walk to my car briskly, the umbrella inside out from
the wind.
The rain becomes heavy and when I drive off, the petals of the roses
blow in front of my car.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
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
Jan
Dodge
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Combined their ages were 106; they decided to celebrate their birthdays straight after her youngest sister’s wedding in May. They would drive from Boca Grande, Florida all the way to Tampa and hop the first flight to London available. Only a few would be privy to their plan. The mother of the bride and her eldest daughter, whom many despised. They would celebrate the sixties and the end of thirties with the same trials and failures that they marked the twenties, fifties, forties, and tens. The zeros were so distant; neither woman could remember them. “Happy 106, us,” they smirked.
From Guest Contributor E.B. Morrison
Jan
Stupid-Cupid
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It was late evening of my birthday dinner, and we were having a nice time watching our favorite TV show. In between the commercial breaks we had some small discussions. My friend shared a video. She was narrating the story to me and told me that in the story there is a small boy flying in the air with a bow and arrow who makes people fall in love when they get struck by his arrow. Smiling at the innocence, I said, ‘We call it Cupid’ and she replied back with the same innocence, ‘Oh wow, cupid is so stupid.’
From Guest Contributor Preeti Singh
Preeti is a French language interpreter and media professional who is engaged in writing short films and playing characters for tv series. You can get in touch with her at http://languages-consult.com/