Posts Tagged ‘Dead’
Oct
Cable
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I received a cancellation letter in the mail last week. My cable subscription had been halted. I found myself spending the entire afternoon staring at a black screen.
That evening, while out shopping, I discovered that all my credit cards had been stopped. I wasn’t hungry anyway, but I was beginning to spot a disturbing trend.
One by one, every relevant account, identification, and social network deleted me from their databases. I was suddenly cast adrift, avatarless in a digital world.
It soon became clear that I had died. I didn’t mind. What was the point of life without cable.
Sep
Tainted Dress
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I woke up this morning, no way in hell did I think I would wake up feeling like a wrecked ship on the shore. I was the girl that was found emotionally dead in the shallow part of the ocean but was never found in the deep part of her mind. I wanted the water to swallow me whole rather than people find me with my sanity slowly disappearing and my virtue stolen. My white dress was pure but now it has a layer of dirt. Who knew that a dress could express exactly how I feel right now.
From Guest Contributor, Kenzie Nicole
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
Where Did All These Maggots Come From?
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The maggots are the first sign something is wrong. They are crawling up my arms, in between my toes, behind my eyelids, inside my skin, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to move or do anything to get rid of them.
The second sign something is wrong is the coffin.
A slight deviation today. I recently submitted a 3-sentence story to Terrible Minds, themed around scary stories. You can submit your own story through the end of the week.
Mar
A Town Called Big Nothing
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Rufino rode into view on his white stallion. The streets emptied like the receding tide.
He was considered a desperado, a gunfighter who roamed the towns, working for anyone willing to pay. Sometimes he was a bounty hunter, sometimes a cattle rustler, sometimes an assassin. They knew him by his tattoos. On his skin were inscribed the names of each of his victims.
Everyone in town had reason to fear Rufino’s arrival. He could be there for any one of them.
When Rufino rode away into the setting sun, every single inhabitant was dead and his skin was considerably darker.
Dec
Silence
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The drive back to the mansion house was long. Selena found it unendurable, but not because of what was waiting for her.
It was the silence she couldn’t abide. She abhorred silence. She needed music or television playing in the background at all times or she’d fill the emptiness with whatever twitter occurred to her in the moment. Most people found the chatter annoying, but Richard had thought it endearing, which was odd, because for the most part he hated anyone who talked too much in his presence.
The fact Richard was dead made the silence especially interminable.
Part Seven
Apr
His Final Adventure
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Simon went to sleep in his bedroom on 523 Broadripple Avenue. He woke up in a remarkable city in the clouds. He found himself face to face with all manner of fantastic creatures, including flying horses, hippogriffs, storm giants, and singing seraphim.
Simon soon realized the city of clouds was not an idyllic Avalon. He wanted very much to return to his house on 523 Broadripple Avenue but everywhere he looked, it was one majestic waterfall after another. Most frustrating of all, none of the fantastic creatures would speak to him.
It took him several days to realize he was actually dead.
Feb
The Dead Chill
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
There I am on the down side of dusk. I stand stock still as the men drag her to the van. She used to be worth a look or two but now she is dead. Dead to me at least. Dead in the sense that I can’t see her no more. Dead.
The sun is dead too and the chill is in me. I slink my way back to the house. They mean to ask more of me, but I am spent. What can I tell them this time I had not said times past?
I found her that way.
The Daily Theme from Figment for Feb. 9, 2012
This is a prompt I love to use when I first meet a new class. I tell them to take out their pens and write me a piece–the theme is up to them. It need not be long. But it needs to be a real scene. And the sole rule that frames what they write is this: You may not use a word with more than one syllable. It sounds hard, but “syllable” is the lone word used here that has more than one.