Posts Tagged ‘Death’
Jul
Modern Exploration
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
For today’s modern explorer, there are two questions that remain unanswered. The first is what lies on the other side of a black hole. The other is what is at the bottom of a pit of quicksand.
Francis LeMond knew that visiting a black hole was way beyond his budget so he determined that he would be the first to return from the bottom of a pit of quicksand.
Unfortunately for Francis LeMond, it turns out there is a simple answer to the question of what lies at the bottom of a pit of quicksand: death by suffocation.
Jan
A Very Similar Spot
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Steve and Hannah stepped off the cliff together.
“Do you remember the time–” Steve interrupted her before she could finish.
“Of course I do.”
They had met at a similar spot. It had been the threat of death that had first brought them together, the romance of knowing their lives literally hung in the balance that had caused them to fall in love, the thought that overcoming danger together was the perfect way to start a relationship.
Hannah looked at her husband as the ground fast approached and sighed at the memory.
“I never realized irony could be so deadly.”
The Daily Theme from Figment for Jan. 11, 2012
(Because today’s theme was completely inappropriate for a 100 word story.)
Frame story: Two people are in the midst of an intense moment—a break-in, a breakup, a breakdown. At the height of the dramatic action, one person illustrates a point by offering an anecdote about a similar situation. Delve briefly but deeply into that example, giving it as much richness as the framing narrative. Then return to your original story about the two characters. Don’t worry about neatly resolving their tale, but explore if the anecdote has changed the pair…
Dec
The Bronze And Beige
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Autumn had descended over the valley with all its bronze and beige. Solomon found clinging to the days required more vitality than his chronic fatigue would allow. He sat his jeep with the same listlessness he sat his arm chair. Neither the work nor his TV could keep his attention.
His life was fading. Even patriarchs come to an end. His family would live on without him, but Solomon wished, in a secret part of his soul, he could take all this land with him. He was ready to die, ready to leave his family, but not ready for nothing.
Sep
The Sewing Box
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mrs. Livingston’s sewing box was home to all manner of assortments. Strings and thimbles and yarns filled the various trays until they overflowed from one level and started cluttering the next.
But Mrs. Livingston’s sewing box also lodged certain invasive residents who had nothing to do with sewing. A fairy family lived among the buttons and spools, hiding not only from Mrs. Livingston, but also from their enemies of the realm.
Fairy hunters know that sewing boxes are the first place to look for renegades. Unfortunately for Mrs. Livingston, she died during the scuffle, killed by her own knitting needles.
Jul
In Pen, For Your Convenience
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It’s the last thing I’ll ever write, the second to last marks I’ll leave upon the Earth, before my ashes cloud the sea.
I’ll clamp my mouth shut, bite my tongue. No intemperate words will sully the immortality of these last utterances.
This page is for you alone. I seek forever in your trust. My soul passes on to you–a flash, a fire–that I ask you to carry into the dark.
I leave my legacy in your mendacious hands, to do with as you will. Everything I am belongs to you forevermore.
I hope my memory haunts you.
May
Death
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Death. That was all his card said.
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
He knew the machine was perverse, playing with a person’s fate in the most ironic ways possible. Academics and the intellectually insecure called it the Sophocles, because only the ancient Greeks could match the machine for its macabre sense of humor.
But Death?
Was he supposed to die from fear. Was the machine getting philosophical? Should he avoid anyone in a Grim Reaper costume for the rest of his life?
All in all, Bill could think of better ways to have spent that twenty dollars.
Aug
The Great Beyond
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Havlicek stared out the porthole.
“I think it’s getting closer.”
Captain Lim did not even glance in his direction.
“Unlikely,” she replied. “It just appears that way. We are being dragged closer to it, rather than it following us. Black holes don’t move.”
Havlicek found this to be scant comfort.
“What do you think will happen to us?”
“We’ll die,” sighed Lim.
“Yeah, I know, everyone’s going to die eventually. But what do you think happens in the black hole?”
Lim shook her head. She could not help feeling that with better officers, this whole situation could have been avoided.
Apr
The Next Great Marketing Campaign
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She sat in a corner of darkness, showing her back to the world. When confronted, her words drove stakes through the hearts of every remaining friendship. She clung to her timeworn memories until they crumbled about her in indecipherable fragments.
On occasion, for no apparent reason, she would laugh pathologically.
Every day of her life was a ritual of punishment. She obsessively opened and closed a refrigerator as empty as her existence. Her soul was dead.
For the rest of her life, if life you could call it, she would never forgive her roommate for drinking the last Miller Lite.
Apr
Carrier’s Cross Hospital For Charitable Cases
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Only the poorest, most unfortunate souls go to die at Carrier’s Cross Hospital For Charitable Cases. But die they do.
The institution instills such fear into the neighboring denizens that they suffer severed limbs and advanced stages of the most grisly diseases rather than cross its threshold.
Nurse Wembley laments their reputation, for every one of the doctors and custodians care for their charges with the utmost diligence. Most are in fact volunteers, as they receive only the tiniest contributions from the city.
The majority of their budget, therefore, must come from selling cadavers to Carrier’s Cross Butchery and Deli.