Posts Tagged ‘Body’
Jul
Last Breath
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My heart aches when I look at the faded photo of my wife. I place it back in my pocket and lean over the trench, rifle in position.
The tanks approach and deep down I know it’s an impossible situation, but I run onto the field shooting, the tanks firing back, hitting me, and my body thrown midair.
Charles, my friend, pulls me into a ditch and I manage to gesture to my pants pocket. Charles reaches in and pulls out the picture and hands it to me.
With the photo clutched to my chest, I take my last breath.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
Hunting
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I left the cabin against my wife’s wishes and ventured into the woods hunting for anything that might feed my family. Within minutes the wind picked up and I found myself struggling in knee-deep drifts and knew an arduous journey was ahead. Would there be any rabbits or deer to hunt? Am I the only one who has a starving wife and children?
I continued my quest until my body tired and I had to rest. I collapsed to the ground, snow pelting my face, and my toes frozen.
I closed my eyes and knew my hunting days were over.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
“There Is A Light That Never Goes Out”
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Blessed Morrissey. Everyone sings. Jennifer’s a junior and she has her own car. She starts the engine and on the summer night highway she says, “Wanna get kicked out of the Hilton?”
I’m in back on the hump, a hand on each front seat. Her hair, her piercings, her red glitter black lipstick shimmering in streetlights, so close. I want to whisper in her ear something so funny and sexy she just has to kiss me and we crash and I fly through the windshield but everyone who sees my body sees my black lipstick glitter mouth and knows.
“Yeah.”
From Guest Contributor Brook Bhagat
Brook is the author of Only Flying, a Pushcart-nominated collection of surreal poetry and flash fiction on paradox, rebellion, transformation, and enlightenment from Unsolicited Press. Her work has won contests at Loud Coffee Press and A Story in 100 Words, and it has appeared in Monkeybicycle, Empty Mirror, Soundings East, The Alien Buddha Goes Pop, Anthem: A Tribute to Leonard Cohen, and other journals and anthologies. She is a founding editor of Blue Planet Journal and a professor of creative writing. Read her work and learn more about Only Flying at https://brook-bhagat.com/.
Apr
His Majesty
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The king sits on his throne with a large and excruciating chest wound. The room is filled with blood and lifeless bodies, his men.
The beautifully decorated hall is covered in blood and the delicately prepared meat and fruit sit untouched never to be eaten.
The king hasn’t much time. He can’t feel his legs and his body is cold. He reaches for his ring and struggles with his weak fingers to remove it. As he releases it, he slumps over and the ring drops to the ground, the noise echoing in the quiet.
His Majesty will soon be replaced.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
Gold Leaf
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The Egyptians used ocean-faring vessels during the height of their empire, and modern Peruvian fishermen still use similar reed boats. One’s design is to transport a balanced soul into the afterlife, and the other is to sustain the body in life, a means of transport for a trip through time into a world of unimaginable outcomes.
It’s the most exquisite vessel I have ever seen, and I stood there admiring its craftsmanship before I continued my assault. As the sun rises and illuminates the boat’s hint of golden design, depicting Osiris’s ascent from Hades, my wrath has reached its zenith.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Feb
The Client
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Nights are always long in my profession
But tonight was longer than usual, for a client I never expected to had blessed my workplace. My brother saw his little sister lying legs open on the bed. The color of my client changed, from blushing pink to raging red. I searched for a blanket to conceal my bare body, when I noticed his disgust. On what grounds would he question my morals when he himself wanted to avail the services provided by our brothel. So, he dragged his feet right out of the doors he knocked on a few minutes ago.
From Guest Contributor Krishna Sehgal
Jan
Man-Eater
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It’s rare, but a fact that there are man-eating lions. My friend is dead because of one, attacked in his tent while sleeping. The screams and tearing of flesh are still vivid in my mind.
I hear the low growl and then it leaps from behind the trees. I point the rifle and as soon as it jumps to take me down, I fire one shot at its head, the lion falling on top of me dead, eyes unblinking. I roll the mighty beast off my body and stand.
I hear a roar. There’s a second.
This time I miss.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
The Rotary Phone
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The butter-yellow rotary phone was sitting on the carpet in the living room of the empty apartment. It’s cord and wires were disconnected and curled around its body.
David walked into the room. His eyes began to water as grief overcame him. He had not made it home for his grandmother’s funeral. He was not there for the disposition of the contents of her home, the home that was his refuge growing up. Now it was too late to say goodbye.
“I love you, gramma,” he whispered.
David bent over, picked up the phone, and quietly walked out the door.
From Guest Contributor Janice Siderius
Jul
Escape
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The gunshots up ahead are deafening. The screams, more so. I close my eyes and keep my mouth tightly shut to avoid crying out in terror.
My body begins to tremble when I hear rustling behind me. I am so frightened I can barely move.
A hand touches my shoulder. I know that gentleness.
“Come, my son, the way out is not far.”
Without speaking I follow my mother and she leads us to the river. A small boat is waiting for us.
She reaches for my hand, and we escape to a foreign country only to be trapped again.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
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