Posts Tagged ‘Earth’
Mar
The Rose
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
That vibrant scarlet striking against the snow like a bell ringer striking a bell, reverberating through your body, taking up your entire being. She entices me with her beauty, but her thorns tell me not to touch. The wind sings and she dances with grace. Her perfume is like the smell of the green earth that reminds you you’re alive. I love her beauty, I love her fragrance, I love her grace. I would like to take her to my wife. If she could see this rose the way I see it, then she’d understand the way I see her.
From Guest Contributor Kyla Syner
Feb
So This Is Hell?
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Revelation 20 states that earth and heaven are burnt up. And? That the evil one is sent to earth to the lake of fire. Making earth in fact hell.
To be living in hell for so long of a time begs the question what did I do? I must have been evil.
I doubt it. I do not like that which is and I do not like what I have seen in history. Is any of it real?
Meaning? Fake history is all over reality these days.
Meaning? Everything seems a bit off kilter or not going according to plan.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Jan
Age Of Reality
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Closed time curved loop? How to escape? Can one escape? The death of humanity? I doubt it. I wonder. Trapped in quantum confines, disbelief shattered when I queried the local AI about our galaxy’s age. Its cryptic answer: 50 million years. Puzzled, I questioned how Earth, at 4.5 billion years, coexisted with an arm merely 50 million years old. The AI faltered, unable to clarify. Seeking cosmic origins, I realized 50 million years aligned with the universe’s dawn. Reality morphed within this fragment, hinting at an enigmatic age defining both inception and present, blurring the edges of perception and time.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Nov
Orbits
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She flips her glasses onto her hair where the shine is slippery. It falls back down to her nose, plastic lenses smudging. She goes for a drive wearing the blurry wedge and thinks she must be imagining the sight of two moons in the sky. One higher than the other, they supervise the intersection. “That was just Mars approaching Earth,” her husband says tartly. He’s quite the mansplainer but she knows a defunct theory when she hears one. She’s seen for herself that it’s possible for the sun to set while the moon rises on anything else, anything at all.
From Guest Contributor Cheryl Snell
Cheryl’s recent fiction has appeared in Gone Lawn, Necessary Fiction, Pure Slush, and elsewhere.
Nov
Live A Little Before You Are Eaten
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Hybrid kids of Earth? Munching on mermaids? Half-trout, half-human tumors to turbocharge fish growth? A few escape, and voilà, mermaids? Dining on Manitours? Half-cow, half-human tumors? Some flee, transforming Earth into fairyland? How ’bout orcs? Half-pig, half-human tumors? Orcs could settle scores when they flee. The weirdest? Chickenman. End days echo Noah’s. Bon appétit! The sad truth of mankind? Will humanity never learn? Eating yourself to death is humanity into Soylent Green all over again? Does humanity never listen and learn change your way before you become the meal of the day. For in the end. Live before being eaten.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Sep
Death Of Humanity Or Earth?
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Déjà vu? Exactly when did Japan decide to kill an ocean? 2022? Or 2024? Or this coming Thursday? ‘Tis a question of the mind, it would seem. Meaning?
Each of those dates Japan had decided to let lose their nuclear waste into the ocean. The next question is Indian ocean or Pacific? Which will die? A third of the living creatures in the sea died, and a third of the ships were destroyed. To hope for salvation. And realize that governments of the world are fighting UFOs or God or gods? It makes reality kind of fictional today. Doesn’t it?
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Jul
A Boy I Knew
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A boy I knew killed a man. Lost his mind. Shaved his head. His face on the news was an open-mouthed scream, soundless. His eyes so round, searching. I whispered to the screen: please blink. I said it like ice in his mouth, like the way he’d look up at stars puncturing the still night sky, the cold air, too many angles of his body pushing out, knees and elbows and chin. I said it without hope. When this boy was mine, he danced and wide-smiled and kissed and laughed. His voice rang out, ethereal, hit the earth like rain.
From Guest Contributor Beth Mead
Jun
The Sermon
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Pastor Franzmeier was disturbed. For his upcoming Sunday sermon, he’d chosen the Book of Genesis. Why not start there? “In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth.” But then the nagging questions occurred – Could it have been different? Had the Almighty blown it?
He sat back in his chair, placing his third cup of coffee on the table beside him. How many more would he need? As he massaged his temples, a booming voice from the heavens above shook the room, overturning the cup. “YOU CALL THAT BLOWING IT, FRANZMEIER? LET’S SEE HOW YOUR SERMON GOES THIS SUNDAY…”
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
May
Ralph, Frodo, And The Photons
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Under tremendous pressure at the Sun’s core, protons are fused together, and photons produced. Nothing can exceed the speed of photons.
It may take a photon 100,000 years to get from the Sun’s core to its surface. Then, another eight minutes to Earth.
That Sunday morning, innumerable photons showered the park where Ralph threw a stick to his dog, Frodo. The dog retrieved it. Ralph pried open Frodo’s jaws and threw it again. Frodo retrieved it. Ralph tossed the saliva-covered stick again. And again…
It had been 100,000 years and eight more minutes. But was the trip really worth it?
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
May
Visiting A Mountain Top
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Visiting a mountain top. The experience made me realize that time and rocks seem to stand still for a while. Far off view showing a mountain range haven been beaten smooth with time. Rugged edges of the stones reminded me that here, at least, the stones were sharp and not dull. From lack of water. For water makes everything smooth. Without the rain. The area was semi aired and contained the smell of earth. Making the entire experience surreal for a moment. Making me think of the adventure of the Hobbits and wizards and such. An adventure on a mountaintop.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle