Posts Tagged ‘Eyes’
Oct
Caught At The Bottom
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
From his vantage point, Josh could see their faces, those who weren’t masked anyway. The zealotry was apparent on both sides.
The blows, unintentional at this point, kept coming. Boots rammed into his hip. Someone stepped on his right hand, the one that had been holding the rainbow sign, and he felt the bones snap. He stopped struggling as everything went numb.
All Josh discerned now were their eyes. He realized they saw nothing outside of their own preconceived notions. They looked at the men and woman across from them with hatred.
And these were the people he agreed with.
Oct
A Survivor’s Calling
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mouth agape, eyes widened with fear, I looked on to what my world had been. Everything I lived for was swept up in a distant array of mud, debris and…corpses. Even through my grief, I knew the landslide had chosen me, to avenge everyone’s lives that came to an end in this short, devastating moment. This was my calling, which I would live through for the rest of my life, bearing their dreams.
Standing strong, even until this day, I recall this distant memory. With tears beginning to well in my eyes I see hope glimmering from the future.
From Guest Contributor Danielle Simpfendorfer
Sep
Natural Beauty
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Todd places a bouquet of red roses on his wife’s grave. The rain pelts down and the flowers wither. He sighs and kneels on the muddy ground, tears filling his eyes. Drenched from head to toe, he doesn’t care. It’s been two months since Maria died from cancer and his chest aches. He has no family, only his job to keep him company.
“I miss you, Maria. I wish it had been me instead.”
Weeping, Todd somberly rises to his feet and walks to his car.
After several minutes, the rain stops and the roses return to their natural beauty.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Give Me Words, Paint Me Colours
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Tell me words that describe your universe,” she begs, “give me images for what I can’t see.”
“How? Your eyes only detect thirty-eight colours; I count them in thousands.”
She shakes her head and bends to kiss my hands. She knows I don’t have them, but she’s happy with the illusion. It’s another truth she searches for.
“Let me share your reality.”
Not a chance, I think, but I can’t force myself to say it. “I’ll try, human.”
For the sake of our impossible love, for that morning when your world remained silent, for the memory of a destroyed planet.
From Guest Contributor Russell Hemmell
Russell is an alien from Mintaka snuggled into a (consenting) human host. Recent fiction on Gone Lawn, Not One of Us, Typehouse Literary Journal, and elsewhere.
May
Unrequited
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Soft and warm, her diamond-drill eyes cut through troubles to allow her molten laughter to fill his heart.
She moved like a leopard and, when her thighs brushed innocently, nerve endings tingled with an indescribable charge.
Wanting her more than breath, his eyes often sought the smooth valley beneath her throat, desire locking his tongue until…too late, leaving him to pounce at the desiccated dust eddies in her wake.
Fleeting shards of opportunity teased like mirages, requiring more energy and know-how than his aging, wounded, soul possessed.
She’d offered him a photo once. He’d declined. 2D simply wasn’t enough.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Apr
The Night’s Hope For A Better Tomorrow
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Dreams projected on a ceiling from a restless mind. A vision of a better tomorrow plays from the imagination onto the stucco. With pleading hope for happiness to join the rising sun, the reality of sadness can be temporarily cast aside. Muscles relax and the burden lessens with the promise. Eyes close and colors dance a firefly ballet on the back of eyelids. Fantasies and nightmares disturb the slumber but recede with the buzz of an alarm clock. Golden rays of butterscotch pour through the glass and warm the face. I rise, we all rise… with hope in our hearts.
From Guest Contributor Jordan Altman
Feb
Homage To Discworld King
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The tall caped figure dismounted the midnight horse and negotiated cracked paving to knock on nondescript door.
Bright dancing eyes and grey beard yanked it open. “Well?”
Taken aback, Death cleared his throat. “HELLO.”
“Bugger ‘HELLO’, what kept you?”
“UM!”
Author pushed past the cowled figure.
“ER… DON’T YOU WANT TO DRESS?” Death waved a skeletal digit at the grimy T-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops.
Author pointed his beard aggressively. “That would be rather pointless now, wouldn’t it?”
Death sighed and followed the little man to the waiting steed. He was sure he’d forgotten something.
“OH YES.”
He raised the scythe.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Feb
The Never Ending Work
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She looked at him constantly, with eyes full of stories, desires, and expectations.
He was not used to it. Nervous, he kept ignoring her.
She called to him. Scared, he turned back to look.
She murmured, “Gimme an hour of happiness.” He saw she was wearing a sari, shabbily tied, covering her sparsely. Her eyes were full of coal, lips beaming out in red. She was wearing socks in Calcutta summers. He could not stop himself from questioning her.
She smiled and replied that it was the only piece of clothing that she didn’t have to take off to work.
From Guest Contributor Manmeet Chadha
Dec
The Wait
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Delays. Train late.
My thoughts wander between reality and what ifs. Our last conversation remembered. Your smiling eyes as well.
Did you pack my favorite chocolates?
Scared to visit the ladies’ room in case we miss each other. Two lovers lock in an embrace beside me. A woman narrowly misses my toes pulling luggage. I rise. Look around. Someone takes my seat. I feel a tug at my side.
“Have you been waiting long?” a voice booms above all.
“Do you have money to pay for parking?” I ask. “My wallet was stolen.”
You tell me you forgot the chocolates.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her work has been published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, SixWordMemoirs, and Espresso Stories.
Nov
The Wonder Of Pictures
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Beth became chilled from the eerie black and white photo. A picture of supposed birds, looked like three monsters from a low-budget horror flick. Still, she stared at it wide-eyed. What did it mean? Why was she fascinated? She turned the picture upside down and sideways studying it, hoping to find meaning. It was useless. After all, in the digital world, anything could happen. She decided to let go of her obsession and tossed the unpleasant picture into the garbage can. After she left the room, that same photo appeared on the coffee table waiting for the next family member.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher