Posts Tagged ‘Car’
Dec
Spooky Halloween
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Rob dons his skeleton mask and goes out the front door to his car.
The trick or treaters fill the streets with laughter, while parents keep a watchful eye on them. Rob slowly drives through the crowds as the night sky darkens the roads and he struggles to see, not wanting to remove his mask.
Finally, he arrives.
In the back seat, Rob pulls a lifelike toy out from underneath a blanket.
His friend Tim is going to get the best spooky Halloween prank of his life.
Inside Tim has a water bucket hanging over the door waiting for Rob.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Aug
The Same
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The birds flew by
as the wind blew past.
Cars come cruising, crossing coastlines.
They’re the same.
Birds fly free with the ocean breeze
and the cars follow along to their graceful flight.
They’re the same, together in the light.
One flies,
one drives.
They’re the same.
An endless road.
An infinite sky.
They’re the same.
It’s no race,
they’re at the same pace.
The road twists and the car does not slow.
The bird resists the wind and flies high.
They’re the same.
The road is black and yellow,
and the sky is blue and white.
They’re the same.
From Guest Contributor Daniel Duong
Jul
On The Money Trail
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Family members need help. I oblige. I’m their doer of tasks.
Why me? I’m between jobs, behind with payments and I haven’t shopped for new clothes in ages. I guess they trust me to deliver. I’m okay with that.
No time to linger. Housebound auntie wants her groceries.
As I hasten, sunshine glues sweaty polyester to my back. I spot sparkles on the sunlit lawn along my walkway.
Coins! Many coins, strewn in a line towards the space where a car had once parked.
I gather, add up their value, sigh.
Someone’s emptied change-purse or pocket. My bit of fortune.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction regardless of the season or location she finds herself in.
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
The Grieving
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The angel of death once thrust his face perilously close to mine. I can still smell his lurid breath when the wind blows across the green scummy water. Although it seems longer ago, it was only last year that he climbed into bed and cuddled with you. The survivors cope as best they can. One walks all around the car and carefully looks under it before getting in. And so I ask him, Whatever happened to the right to be lazy? An 18-month-old slipping under the water when her mother left her unattended in the tub for just a sec.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie’s newest poetry collection, Heart-Shape Hole, which also includes examples of his handmade collages, is forthcoming from Laughing Ronin Press.
Feb
First Meeting
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
At first glance it appears to be a normal home with a wraparound porch and swing.
The windows are open, and the curtains blow in the warm breeze. Still, I can’t seem to move. Now, I must wonder why I insisted on this meeting. My life is fine. I have a wife and two boys. I don’t need to meet my mother.
She abandoned me, yet I need answers. Even as an adult, I feel as if I’m a child not understanding.
I exit the car and walk to the front door, take a deep breath, and ring the doorbell.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
Peaches
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I open the window with force to see what the commotion is. The street is filled with people standing and screaming. I see a glimpse of a shoeless foot, sock hanging. Long red hair catches my eyes, as does the smashed front windshield of a small car.
An ambulance approaches blaring its siren and the crowd shifts to the sidewalk.
Now I see the victim is my next-door neighbor and my heart palpitates.
Sitting on my lap is her kitten Peaches, who I pet sit.
I coddle the furry cat in my arms, and realize I’ll be his home now.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Every Mickle
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The local Farmers’ Bank went belly up.
It was a cooperative concern, like many in the region. The Secretary of the Bank had taken a loan in her late husband’s name on forged documents. Almost all the staffers either embezzled or connived with the defalcators.
Investors, most of them traders and peasants, were shell-shocked. Some blamed themselves for their imprudence while others huddled indecisively.
Kali, the old woman who sold candles, also had a deposit in the bank.
As the bank’s director exited from his car, she confronted him.
“Where’s my money?” Kali yelled, catching the man by his collar.
From Guest Contributor Sathyajith Panachikal
Sathyajith. P.S has reconciled himself to the reality that it is impossible to be reborn in an ancient past with a smartphone and internet connection. Currently, he is trying in real earnest to regain the originality he had when he first chanced upon this planet.
Nov
Sweet Freedom
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mira closes her eyes and concentrates.
“Very good, Mira. This time you held your concentration and an apple appeared.”
Mira takes a hard bite of the fruit with a distasteful expression. She is telekinetic, and her parents sent her to a special school for young adults with the same talent. She hasn’t forgiven them.
“Try it again, only think larger.”
Mira resumes her position and raises her lips into a grin.
The roof caves in, and a black convertible appears, surrounded by falling rubble. Mira gets in, puts the car in gear and speeds through the debris into sweet freedom.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Oct
Caught
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The car is in park, with the air-conditioner cranked. I finish my ice-cold soda, and would like another, but I’m not leaving this spot. It’s broad daylight and people are walking to work or taking their kids to school. I can’t wait until this is over so I can go home and get some much-needed sleep. A cold beer and cool shower will do nicely too.
She exits the apartment wrapped in his arms passionately kissing. I snap the photos with my cell phone and text the pictures to her husband. I put the car in drive.
My payment awaits.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher