Posts Tagged ‘Deep Breath’
Feb
Interview
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I stepped out of the car, I took a deep breath and cleared my mind.
I hadn’t been interviewed in years and now older, I didn’t know what my chances were of getting hired. My friend recommended me to the department head, and I hoped that would get my foot in the door.
I had my briefcase in hand with an excellent portfolio and references. What more would they want?
I opened the door and entered the office only to be told by the receptionist that the manager had an emergency and I’d have to come back another day.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jan
Day At The Park
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The fresh scent of flowers fills the air with sweetness. Diana takes a deep breath and relishes the moment, strolling through the park listening to the children play and the birds sing, the warm breeze against her face. She finds a bench, sits, puts her reading glasses on, and takes out her book. She takes a sip of water and begins reading, enthralled in the story, content with the sun on her face, when the cell phone rings.
Diana closes the novel, rushes to the car, and drives to the hospital to say goodbye to her father, her only family.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
Victory
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The air is ominous, and lightning brightens the sky. I hold onto the mountain with both hands. I’m an avid climber, but the weather forecast is wrong. The sky is not abundant sunshine.
With each step I take, I use all my energy to endure and sustain my worries. All I need to do is take a deep breath.
The rain is heavy, and I feel the weight of it baring down. Just a few more steps. I can do this.
I reach the peak and use all my strength to pull myself up.
I wave my hands in victory.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
First Meeting
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
At first glance it appears to be a normal home with a wraparound porch and swing.
The windows are open, and the curtains blow in the warm breeze. Still, I can’t seem to move. Now, I must wonder why I insisted on this meeting. My life is fine. I have a wife and two boys. I don’t need to meet my mother.
She abandoned me, yet I need answers. Even as an adult, I feel as if I’m a child not understanding.
I exit the car and walk to the front door, take a deep breath, and ring the doorbell.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
Alone
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
James was exhausted by his work. He walked slowly up the stairs. He opened the door of his apartment and went inside. He saw that there was no one. He put his bag on the table and stood there. The room was cold and quiet. For a few seconds all he did was to stare at the empty bed. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Everything was dark before his eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed and rested his face on his palms. The sun was about to set and he sat still.
From Guest Contributor Sergio Nicolas
Apr
Sacrifice And Prayer
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
John jumped into the trench for cover, and a dead soldier stared blankly into nothingness. John silently prayed, took a deep breath, reloaded his rifled musket and repositioned. He abhorred shooting at his own people, but that was the only way. President Lincoln wanted slaves freed and John believed slavery was inhumane.
John pulled out a picture of his wife and stared at her radiant smile. He said another prayer, kissed his wife’s face, climbed up the trench and fired. Return shots echoed in his ears.
His wife’s photo remained clutched in his hand as he fell to the ground.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
Dangerous Waters
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
After smoking cigarettes with a few other men in the lounge, I walk onto the deck for some ocean air, and watch the water splash against the Lusitania. I rest my arms against the railing and look out at the great ocean. After taking a deep breath, I notice a ship in the near distance. Other passengers are pointing, and no one seems panicked, but I know. Below I hear a rumble and see something approaching at great speed. A torpedo.
I jump, and when I hit the water, a mental image of my family without me, aches my heart.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
Echoes
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The crowd echoes in the distance. My feet are in position, and my hands above my head. Mozart plays as I gracefully glide across the ice. The judges eyes weigh on me as I prepare for my triple axel.
I take a deep breath and jump mid-air, landing perfectly on my left foot. The crowd roars.
I did my best, but there’s still more skaters ahead.
I wave to the crowd and pick up the freshly bloomed roses. As I make my exit, my skate lace becomes loose, and I trip, hitting my head against the wall.
The roses fall.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Oct
Happy Halloween
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I’m driving home from Lori’s Halloween party when the car engine dies. It’s after midnight, the road is desolate, and I’m tired. I reach into my purse for the cell phone, but it’s not there.
Leaning back in my seat, taking a deep breath, I close my eyes. A knock on the window startles me.
“Miss, are you okay?”
It’s a man dressed as Count Dracula, his fangs scarily realistic.
“My engine died.”
“Let me look at it for you.”
As soon as I exit my car, Count Dracula grabs my purse and drives off in his truck.
Happy Halloween.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
Taking The Leap
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Andrea says.
I look over at my best friend, then down at the water below us. I swallow nervously before replying.
“It can’t be that bad. After all, Alex has done this at least twenty times.” I wince at how shaky my voice sounds.
“Yes, well, Alex is Alex. Remember the time he stayed underwater for two minutes because Tim offered him a frappe?”
We laugh, breaking the tension.
I take a deep breath. It’s time. “Alright, together. Breath, crouch, and jump.”
We clasp hands. I see the doubt and jump off the cliff.
From Guest Contributor Neroli Ladner