Posts Tagged ‘Cells’
Feb
The Toxins in All My Pores
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My name was Dr. Jillian Fisk. My specialty was genetically engineered marine invertebrates.
When Dr. Gardner stole my research grant, I was reduced to testing myself as a subject. I couldn’t know the altered hemocytes — the experimental “jelly cells” — would multiply everywhere within me.
I find Dr. Gardner and embrace him, smoothly, wordlessly, wetly. His face scalds in my translucent hands. The toxins in all my pores scorch his skin there. My gelatinous tongue fills his throat, ruptures his stomach.
I rise, bioluminescent. DR.JELLYFISH.
All the world will know the scent of salt, the sting of soft skin.
From Guest Contributor Eric Robert Nolan
Jan
Addiction
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Juliana knew it was psychological. But the distress of withdrawal was real.
Her travel wanderlust was more than an indulgence. It was a craving deep in her cells. Journeys broke the shackles of the mundane and had become the embodiment of her independence.
Her last fix was fifty days ago. She kept distracted with work and avocation diversions. Yet, her mind would drift to the need, and normally steady hands would tremble.
When the seductive siren called, Juliana’s immobility became a shrinking coffin. Claustrophobic and suffocating.
As the taxi dropped her at the airport, she was able to breath. Freedom.
From Guest Contributors A.L. Gabriella and Billy Ray
Oct
Self Help
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Whenever he did curls on the bench, he had to resist the urge to look at himself in the mirror. He was always disappointed.
Everything he tried, varying his routine, increasing his dosages, upping his protein intake, failed to have the desired results. He’d even cut back his work hours because being here was more important.
Barbara didn’t understand. His parents didn’t understand. His professors definitely didn’t understand.
Every second of his existence was a battle against his oxidizing cells as they gradually lost the ability to replicate.
The gym was not an addiction. It was a fight against oblivion.
Sep
Growth
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I like watching my nails grow. I eat enough proteins to create dead cells to convert into nails and hair. Every week, I trim my nails, and every two weeks, my hair. But they grow back with a vengeance each time. When I forgot to trim my nails once, my infant brother got a large scratch on his face. I forgot to cut my hair, and my mother had a nasty fall entangled in them. No one comes near me now, except to cut my nails and hair. I’m the keratin child demon everyone has learnt to be scared of.
From Guest Contributor Namitha Varma
Namitha is a media professional based in Bengaluru, India. She has publishing credits in over 25 literary journals including Sahitya Akademi’s journal Indian Literature, eFiction India, Gone Lawn, Postcard Poems and Prose, 101 Words, Microfiction Monday Magazine, and Cafe Dissensus Everyday. Her micropoem has been read out on NPR Radio as part of the National Poetry Month 2014, and her works feature in two anthologies. Read more on her blog or follow her on Twitter.
Jul
We Are Not Responsible For Lost Or Damaged Baggage
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Let him hold and spoon your every nook and cranny of pre-decaying skin. Cut yourself slightly to scrutinize the way you bleed. Is it different?
During his flight later on, he will serve the peanuts and diet cokes to suits and pantsuits that view themselves as better, and this time they will be right. He knows, you know, and the ten untainted cells between you both know, too.
Tell your all-knowing daughter that you, Daddy, are too good at making friends.
Give tickets out with fervor.
Let yourself believe for a mere moment that you can run away for good.
From Guest Contributor Jacqueline McGarry