Posts Tagged ‘Curses’
Dec
The Tablet Manifesto
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The figure appeared out of the fog covered in blood and carrying a large stone tablet. He made it only a few steps towards us, then collapsed.
He was dead before he could be taken to the hospital and he would never be identified. The tablet was remanded into our possession.
At first, we thought it was just a blank piece of stone, but when examined under a microscope, a lengthy manifesto was discovered. It had been recorded in several languages in succession. After careful translation, the meaning became clear.
Boiled down, it read, “Stop being assholes to each other.”
Oct
Everything Fades Before Its Time
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Wendell stared at the woman he called his wife, debating whether to respond. For some reason, all he could think about was how beautiful she used to be.
At his bachelor party, his friends had taunted him that this would be his last night of freedom, that after tonight he’d only be with one woman for the rest of his life, but Wendell didn’t see that as a prison. He would gladly give up all the woman in the world to be with Simone.
“Yes,” he answered, without really thinking.
“You fucking pig.”
Wendell returned to reading his sports magazine.
May
Happy Dick
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I fell hard for Johnny Carvello. Dagos got me wet. He preferred strippers, ringside tables, hand on crotch, watching them work the pole. Called it “happy dick.” We were the perfect pair, the ex-Mafioso and the car crash cripple. Both, second rate goods. He had a thing for my still-perfect feet, bathed them in rosewater, sucked the toes, jacked himself off all over them. He’d pose me naked, on the bed, do tai chi by candlelight, his eyes on mine. Months into it when he tried to fuck me, I broke it off. The relationship, not the dick.
From Guest Contributor Alexis Rhone Fancher
Alexis is a member of Jack Grapes’ L.A. Poets & Writers Collective. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in RATTLE, BoySlut, The Mas Tequila Review, The Good Men Project, Gutter Eloquence, Cultural Weekly, High Coupe, Tell Your True Tale, Downer Magazine, Bare Hands Anthology, Ireland, The Sun Magazine, The Juice Bar, and elsewhere. Alexis was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2013. She is the poetry editor of Cultural Weekly. Hotnovelist@me.com/alexis@culturalweekly.com
Jul
The End Of The Rainbow
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
After years of chasing storms all around the world, Will finally found his way to the end of a rainbow.
The scene was less idyllic than he’d imagined. The area around the rainbow was dark and wet and definitely not sanitary. With all the discarded junk and used medical supplies, it looked rather like a trash dump.
There was a leprechaun, though he seemed drunk and could not even manage to stand. Will asked where his gold was buried.
“You think I’d hide my gold here, at the shit end of the rainbow?” He hiccuped and fell asleep. Will cried.
Mar
The Hamburger Joint At Closing Time
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mr. Brand walked into the fast food joint just as it was closing. He could tell by the cashier’s defiant look they were going to exchange words.
“Why don’t you take your business elsewhere?”
Mr. Brand punched the cashier in the face, then pulled out his gun and pointed it at his eye. But rather than fear, the boy stared back at him with hatred.
“I guess you didn’t realize I’m your son.”
“I know who you fucking are. It’s says Tony Brand on that stupid name tag they make you wear. It’s a fucking disgrace to your grandfather’s name.”
The Daily Theme from Figment for March 19, 2012
On Friday, we gave you this theme:
A person walks into a restaurant, orders a meal, and has a fight with the server. Let the setting (time of day, kind of restaurant) guide your telling of the story.
For today, revisit that story, but now set it during a different time of day and in a different type of restaurant. How does the change in time and place affect your telling?
Mar
The Cannoli
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mr. Brand walked into the Italian joint and ordered the cannoli. Tony the server gave Mr. Brand a look of disgust the likes of which he had not seen in twenty years.
“Do you know who I am?”
Tony was not intimidated. “Screw you. Make your own food.”
Mr. Brand looked out the front window at the setting sun. Then he turned back to Tony and shot him in the leg.
“Now get me my cannoli.”
Tony fell to the ground and started laughing uncontrollably.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’m your son.”
“Good. Then get me my fucking cannoli, you bastard.”
The Daily Theme from Figment for March 16, 2012
A person walks into a restaurant, orders a meal, and has a fight with the server. Let the setting (time of day, kind of restaurant) guide your telling of the story.