Posts Tagged ‘David Rae’
Jun
That Night And What Came After
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I reached up to cover my eyes and when I lowered my hands again, she was gone. No not gone, not completely. I could still glimpse her through the clouds.
I was aware that others had entered the room, and now I watched as a winged angel sailed out into the moonlit sky. I stood there speechless and motionless, one hand still strapped to the bed. I do not know who brought a coverlet and draped it around my nakedness. No one spoke for a very long time.
I remember little else. A sedative was administered and finally, I slept.
David Rae is an author of award winning flash fiction, short stories and two dark fantasy novels. His latest CROWTOWER is available here and more of his work can be read for free on his website David Rae Stories.
May
The Snake Tree
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The forest saw it all. Less than a moon turn she lasted.
Wrapped in a shroud, he planted her in the leafy earth under the shade of birch and pine. Worms and beetles took her to the forest, bit by bit.
She called to him from the snake tree, and he rushed to her while the moon shone across the water. They lay on sheets of green. Her embrace was stronger than death. Beetles and worms took him bit by bit. The rustle of leaves and the sighing of wind.
The forest saw it all and the forest was pleased.
From Guest Contributor David Rae
David lives in Scotland. He loves stories that exist just below the surface of things, like deep water.
He has most recently had work published or forthcoming in; THE FLATBUSH REVIEW, THE HORROR TREE, LOCUST, ROSETTA MALEFICARIUM, SHORT TALE 100, and 50 WORD STORIES. You can read more at Davidrae-stories.com
Jan
Underground
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Gwen spotted us together in the subway. We were standing talking, and she walked up to us. She looked at me awkwardly fidgeting with her ring, while I stammered an apology. An apology for what; we just met by accident. Nothing happened, I promise.
“You two sure look like a cute couple,” she said, her voice full of self-pity.
Why won’t she listen?
“Busted,” you laughed; big joke.
“It’s not like that, we’re not back together,” I said, not after what you put me through last time.
No one believed me, not even myself; but it’s still not my fault.
From Guest Contributor David Rae
Nov
A Hard Blessing
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When the Iron Giant fell from the sky thousands of us died. Thousands of us crushed, frail flesh smeared; muscle, brain and bone pulped. Phosphorus flares turned us to char. We starved and burned and died.
Toppling down from heaven, a hard blessing; we stood in its shadow and begged it to stop. But no ears heard us; they were shut tight to our prayers.
The Giant gouged the earth sending dust into the air choking us. We starved, we fought, we fed on one and other, and we survived. And the Iron Giant lies waiting for us to come.
From Guest Contributor David Rae
Nov
Last Night
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Still tired, I wake in the darkness. In the distance, I hear a train and the rumble of traffic. I strain for the sound of your soft breathing next to me. An aeroplane passes overhead, now I hear the humming of the refrigerator. Eyes closed, I can feel the heat of you an arm’s length away; just an arm’s length. I reach out to touch you; I hear the angry hiss. Still not forgiven. My heart turns to stone when I glimpse your fury through clenched fingers. Everything turns to stone, hard stone. Hard words echo in the night air.
From Guest Contributor David Rae
Jul
The Boglands
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
You’ve walked this way hundreds of times, but tonight seems different. You keep your pace brisk and straight.
Two shadows, a woman and her child. She reaches down, ruffling the boy’s hair. That’s when the boy skips off the road, slipping from the woman’s hold. He sinks into the marshland, cries out and is submerged completely.
You rush forward and grasp the child.
It is not a child. Eyes roll back into the skull then flick forwards. Slight hands clamp tight.
“We’re sorry,” the woman murmurs.
One final gulp of air and all three of you sink into the Boglands.
From Guest Contributors Katie Clark and David Rae
David lives is a fan of flash fiction and has had work published in; BLINK-INK, HELIOS QUARTERLY, GNU MAGAZINE, THE MACHINERY, THREE DROPS FROM THE CAULDRON, SUMMER FLING -TALES OF SEDUCTION, SHORT TALE 100 and 50 WORD STORIES.
Katie is new at this game but thinks she might like it. She’s the brains behind the operation