Posts Tagged ‘Darkness’
May
A Moment In The Sun
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to be free of the anguish and suffering he’d endured for so long. He fled this hellhole!
On an outcropping he sat, legs dangling over, watching the tiny ripples in the lake below. Looking towards the rising sun, it seemed to have sped up as it moved across the sky, a shadow of some type, nearly black, just behind it.
He watched as they raced above him, sun in the lead with shadow in tow, heading to the far side of the world. Now motionless, the darkness grew until the sun vanished entirely.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Apr
Escape Route
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Nadia rushes through the streets. Gunfire and bombs go off in the near distance and people are scrambling, and screaming, knocking into her while sweat drips down the nape of her neck. Her breath is shallow from the heat and clouds of black smoke fill the air. She uses her sleeve to cover her face from breathing in the toxic fumes, but she coughs heavily. She prays her husband is safe, but she hasn’t heard a word since he left to fight for their country.
She reaches the bridge.
A bomb explodes creating darkness and the bridge collapses beneath her.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
Cryoromance
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“I’m still burning for Aliona!” Evan cried. “Not for long,” said the Lords before they locked two lovers together inside the intergalactic cryo chamber.
Punishment for love between people, in the world overpopulated with hungry people, was inescapable. Stuck in the moment of desire and hunger they were banished far from Earth, only to wander through the darkness of time and space, without enough food, to the unknown destination.
Out there, Evan was just a piece of frozen meat. Aliona was like a mantis in human form.
The last we heard, Evan was eaten alive during his deep hibernation sleep.
From Guest Contributor Ivan Ristic
Ivan is a Serbian short story writer, poet and composer of ambient music.
Jan
Welcome To Chez Yesterday
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
We step into the past, warm and bright, light up a Lucky and slip into the booth by the window with its posh leather seats, its black and white glossies on the walls: Sinatra, Sammy, Bogey and Bacall. We say, Let’s have the T-bone rare, please, the baked potato, loaded, and that wonderful Caesar salad tossed tableside. While outside, mayhem on the march. Throngs chanting, flags unfurled in a cold rain, and darkness soon to settle in. While we sit, sipping Manhattans, cozy in our denial, where dinner will soon be served, and there’s Sinatra piped in, singing “My Way.”
From Guest Contributor Linda Lowe
Linda’s stories and poems have appeared in Beatnik Cowboy, BOMBFIRE, Misfit Magazine, Outlook Springs, and others.
Sep
Add One More Day
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Positive and quarantined at home, my days edge along like a snail. Immersed in social media and Netflix, suddenly, I gasp for oxygen. Panting for a breath, I’m rushed to the hospital. Tethered to oxygen, I yearn to hug and cradle my child. I have to bake her birthday cake. I want to see her victorious smile when I lose at UNO. I must leave a lingering kiss on my husband’s lips. Flustered by my thoughts, I inhale into darkness.
Cool air blows as the blanket is snatched off me. “Mom, the Zoom password is incorrect.” I breathe in relief.
From Guest Contributor Hetal Shah
Hetal graduated with her Bachelor of Commerce from SIES. She lives in Mumbai with her husband, son, and daughter. She rekindled her hobby of writing over the past year. She is the winner of Mumbai Poetry League 2020, and her poem was published in an anthology by Poets of Mumbai called Guldastaa A Bouquet of Poems. She also writes flash fiction, and has been published twice on 101words.org. She loves to read, and especially enjoys reading and writing stories of romance and everyday life. Besides writing, she enjoys cooking new cuisines, traveling, and singing.
Aug
Salvation
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I release the sewer grate and climb into the darkness, the stars my only light. I stay close to the alley in case German police scope the streets. My family is starving and out of the three of us, I’m the least weak to make the walk, even though I stumble from fatigue. We’re all in angst living in sewage, but we have no other option.
His figure is faint, but recognizable. He hands me the bag of potatoes and apologizes for not having enough, then kisses me passionately.
“Go now, my Sadie.”
Aron, my salvation in this wretched war.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
The Silence Of Space
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Silence.
Complete silence filled his head.
A dark empty void encompassed him. Helpless, he hurdled in an endless tumble towards infinity. In the lonely darkness the unending quiet pulsed in his head. The terror of the inevitable quickly found his thoughts. Alone he fought to control his mind as he drifted aimlessly in space. His only partner the broken umbilical from the shuttle. The debris scattered around him a vivid reminder of the devastating meteor storm. An emergency alarm sounded though his visor. Fifteen minutes of oxygen left. His life now measured in minutes. Alone, he awaited his cruel fate.
From Guest Contributor Stephen Johnson
Apr
Sometimes
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Sometimes at night I cling to her hand in the darkness and try to imagine what she’s dreaming.
Sometimes the illusion of connection is disrupted enough that I acknowledge–never out loud–the person I fell in love with is my own creation.
Sometimes I wake up early and clean the house before I go to work without ever insisting on credit.
Sometimes I’m so angry that the next words out of my mouth will mean the end.
Sometimes her smile reminds me of why I asked her to marry me.
But most of the time we just watch television.
Mar
A Warning
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The three dice feel like cold teeth in Kate’s hand. She rolls each one separately, as Dorothea instructed. Mumbling, the old fortune teller stares at their placement inside the chalk circle.
Candles flicker on the stone mantle. Kate shifts, sweat dampening her armpits.
“Interesting,” Dorothea mutters.
Suddenly, a sound like beating wings erupts from the fireplace. The candles extinguish and darkness swallows the room.
“Kate!” a familiar voice exclaims. Her mother, murdered exactly three years ago, channels through the fortune teller’s throat.
Kate starts to cry. Somewhere down the hall, a window breaks.
“Run!” her mother screams. “They’ve found you!”
From Guest Contributor Heather Santo
Feb
The Second Death
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
You stare into the void but all you can see are ashes of human softness. The stars have succumbed to the flames and fires of an unnatural world you tried to hide from. Hell smells like spices, smoke, and sweetness. It welcomes you. Like the stars you stand at the edge, riveted by the darkness, knowing it is now time for you to join them. Heaven is but an illusory dream, and you know its false promises no longer hold grandeur. There will be no time to wish for a way out. You too will succumb. You too will fall.
From Guest Contributor Elizabeth Grace