Posts Tagged ‘Body’
Oct
The Artist
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I was smitten with her, and the pretty photos she mailed me.
I told her I’d plunder her supple body; that I imagined her rolling, like liquid, beneath me.
She loved when I said her moans would ricochet off every surface of her lovely bedroom, glazing it in sinfulness.
I told her everything she wanted to hear.
Anticipating our first meeting, I created a collage of her photos: my vision of our tryst.
I savored each slice of my scissors as I dismembered her perfect limbs, her naïve, breathtaking head, rearranging each fragment of her like a scrambled jigsaw puzzle.
From Guest Contributor L. Michelle Corp
Mar
Our Understanding
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Will you wait for me? I was distracted in the company of voices. Remembered you when I realized the time.
I race, feet positioning haphazardly over cobblestone. Last narrow lane weaves through a city’s historic gate, connects me to the main square where I met you yesterday. Where pigeons scrambled for tossed seeds. Tourists watched.
I see you in the same location with the sun setting behind you. Your body pivots, face gestures into countless expressions. Your hands deliver a new story, in silence.
When you see me, your eyes smile. For you know I understand your art of pantomime.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her fiction and poetry have recently been published online and in journals at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, A Story in 100 Words, 101 Words, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, and espresso stories. Her nonfiction has appeared in flash fiction chronicles and in Wild Lands Advocate. Krystyna resides in Alberta, Canada.
Oct
Factory
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The second time that John came out of prison, he decided that enough was enough. It took a while but John’s parole officer found him a factory job at the docks hauling animal carcasses from trucks to meat lockers.
John worked fifty-hour weeks at the factory for twenty years before he died of the lung cancer that had gradually crept into his body. John’s obese daughter was his lone blood relative at what could only be described as a modest funeral. She left tired yellow flowers on John’s grave before going back to a factory job of her own.
From Guest Contributor, Horrorshow
Dec
Mutiny
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Stan dragged Selena by the elbow through the front door of the mansion house. They both knew something was wrong. There wasn’t anyone to be seen, not even a body, as if the house had been abandoned.
“Looks like we have a mutiny on our hands.” Stan slapped her across the face, but the sting was worth getting him to lower his mask of detachment. Stan forced her up to Richard’s office and locked her in the closet.
“I’ll come back for you later.”
Selena sat down on a stack of unread books and plotted her escape.
Part Ten
Nov
Overdue
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Dave looked at the dead body and expected a measure of remorse that never materialized. He realized the man’s death had been completely warranted.
Murder, in both the legal and moral sense, can at certain times be justified. Self-defense is the most obvious example, but there are also cases of extreme mental and emotional abuse which absolve a murderer of guilt. Warfare allows for the killing of enemy soldiers even when on the losing side.
In this case, the pile of overdue library books stacked high in the corner gave Dave all the reason he needed to kill Mr. O’Leary.