Posts Tagged ‘Building’
Sep
Mammoth
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
An airplane soars into the mammoth building, leaving a gaping hole. Blackness, dust, and papers fill the air.
Angels fall and my heart beats quickly not knowing what to do. I pace the floor with the others, stunned, quiet, unable not to watch. The sirens pierce our ears, and we stare at one another.
The phones ring with panicking family members crying that a second plane has crashed into the other building. I drop the phone when the fire drill alarms. The sky darkens and we head to the staircase not knowing our fate.
The World Trade Center is no more.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
A Good Day
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My day wasn’t a wasted one after all, he said to the man in the mirror while washing the blood from his hands. He lifted his shirt and uncovered a nasty wound on his abdomen. His clothes were ruined, those stains would never wash out.
The radio was on and reported on events earlier that day:
“…concerning the mystery man who saved two children from a burning building. The man jumped through a window on the second floor carrying the infants. He might be in need of some medical attention…”
Not a bad day at all, said the Superhero.
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
Hervé Suys (°1968 – Ronse, Belgium) started writing whilst recovering from a sports injury. He writes his disturbing fiction generally barefooted and hatless.
Jun
The Seventh Floor
by thegooddoctor in Uncategorized
The squad car with blue lights flashing lit up the night and announced a police presence before he entered the building.
The receptionist looked up at the cop coming through the door and smiled.
“Good evening officer. This is becoming a regular occurrence.”
“Yes, Ma’am, second Friday night this month,” said the cop.
“Let me guess, seventh floor? Mrs. Smith called about Frannie’s drinking party again?”
“Bingo.”
“We’ll try to settle Mrs. Smith down first, then talk with Frannie.”
“Thanks.”
The cop shook his head and asked, “How loud can they be? This is a retirement village for God’s sake.”
From Guest Contributor N.T. Franklin
NT Franklin has been published in Page and Spine, Fiction on the Web, 101 Words, Friday Flash Fiction, CafeLit, Madswirl, Postcard Shorts, 404 Words, Scarlet Leaf Review, Freedom Fiction, Burrst, Entropy, Alsina Publishing, Fifty-word stories, Dime Show Review, among others.
Aug
Equals
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Hurry up with those bricks!” the manager screamed.
The workers glared at him but moved faster, wheeling bricks to the concrete slab.
Looking at his watch, the manager scowled. “This building isn’t going to make itself. If you work harder, maybe one day you’ll be my equal.”
The group of men laughed and shook their heads. They spoke in their native tongue, their words meaningless to the manager.
“What are you saying? Speak English!”
They looked at him with contempt, and a man stepped forward before answering, “Learn our language and find out, then maybe someday you’ll be our equal.”
From Guest Contributor Caitlyn Palmer
Jun
Gordon Perkins, Analyst
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
NATURE SUBMISSION:
Gordon drummed his pen listlessly as he stared out the window. From his office on the 24th floor, it was possible to see a sliver of ocean, but only when pressed against the glass. Here at his desk, all that was visible was the building across the street, a grey brick affair more depressing than his cubicle.
The plant on Gordon’s desk was equally as depressed, drooping over the edge of the pot, three detached brown leaves huddled in the corner. They both needed the same cure. Sunlight and soil.
Instead, Gordon returned to the spreadsheet open on his desktop.
From Guest Contributor Stanley Dutt
Jun
Except In Pictures
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
NATURE SUBMISSION:
His mother always said you solved more problems with words than with fists. But his was not a peaceful nature, and after years of unanswered abuses, he was unwilling to sit by and do nothing.
The bomb exploded on the night of May 1st, 1997. One person was killed, another injured. Both security guards.
His lawyer would argue that the deaths were tragic accidents, that he’d thought the building would be empty. The truth was he hadn’t cared.
Now he’s in jail, no chance for parole. Nature is still being destroyed, and he hasn’t seen a tree in many years.
From Guest Contributor Samantha Dryden
Apr
East Meets West
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
HISTORICAL FICTION ENTRY:
On 10 November 1989, Hans shuffled nervously across the debris littered street, clutching a package close to his chest.
He apprehensively approached the building, straightened his lapels then entered the revolving door.
On reaching the counter, he removed the book from the bag, sliding it across to the stern looking assistant. She opened the book’s cover and said “this is date stamped 13.08.1961. I do hope you have a good excuse.”
Hans anxiously responded “I’d have returned it sooner if it wasn’t for that damned Berlin Wall being built.” Their eyes briefly met before they erupted into gales of laughter.
From Guest Contributor Dougie Shepherd.
Sep
Haunting
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Molly opened the door to her new antique shop and breathed in the freshly painted room. She sold everything from refurbished wood furniture, candles and lotions among other products. Family and friends begged her not to buy the building that was a torture chamber in the early 1800s. Rumor had it that past owners heard screams and footsteps, but she didn’t believe it.
One year later, Molly foreclosed. Customers were too frightened of the rumors.
On her last day, Molly locked the door for the final time. When she turned for one last look, a figure waved from the window.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
A Normal Day
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Bree walked up the subway steps into the abundant sunshine. It was a beautiful fall day, and the streets were filled with pedestrians hurrying to work. Cars honked and buses came to a halt at their designated stops. It was a normal day in the city of Manhattan.
Bree stopped for a bagel and tea at the cart in front of her building. The owner greeted her good morning and handed her the lightly buttered bagel and tea, sweetened with Equal and skim milk. After paying, she turned.
The rumble under her feet would be a moment she’d never forget.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
The State Of Care
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A banner stretching across the building’s exterior says, “What’s Shakin’.” You aren’t sure how that should be read, as a description or a question. There’s only one way to find out. You enter through an unmarked door, walk down a long, dim hallway and up a set of stairs into an area filled with bad smells and loud noise. If you’re going to be stranded somewhere, this may not be the best place. The caregivers take frequent breaks to look out the large windows. It isn’t safe or legal, but they’re Americans and believe they can do whatever they want.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie is the author of three recent collections, I’m Not a Robot from Tolsun Books, A Room at the Heartbreak Hotel from Analog Submission Press, and The Titanic Sails at Dawn from Alien Buddha Press.