Posts Tagged ‘Eyes’
Apr
Papa
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I slip through alleys to get to the resistance and relay the information I have learned. The black out starts and the only sound is the rustling of my dress.
I hear footsteps and then a voice. “Halt! Papers.”
“Certainly. My father is sick and needed medicine. I had to go across town to the only doctor available.”
There’s something in his eyes that I don’t trust. I stab him through the gut. I’m almost in the clear and then a shot rings out. Blood soaks through my dress, I gasp for air and then collapse.
See you soon, Papa.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
Revelations
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When it comes to online multiplayer games, the reflexes people have are insane. Someone thousands of miles away kills you before you even have time to reach for the trigger. As a kid, I thought they must play all day and night in order to be that good.
I sat there, waiting to respawn, my eyes had begun to water and I’d started drooling onto my Xbox controller from concentrating too hard on CoD Black Ops 2. I thought about how much free time I’d have to play when I was older.
Now I realise just how naive I was.
From Guest Contributor Liam Lloyd-Hughes
Feb
My Eyes Opened To Darkness
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My eyes opened to darkness, as I fumbled around to find my phone. The bright screen hurt to look at, but pain was overcome by the satisfaction of knowing it was only 3 AM. Quickly, I confirmed the presence of my roommate’s dark figure, fast asleep. I was yet to grow out of my fear of monsters in the dark; knowing she was here helped me sleep. Next time I awoke, she looked worried.
“Was someone else here?”
“What do you mean?” my stomach dropped.
“I just got back from Ritika’s place, but my bed’s been slept in.”
I shrieked.
From Guest Contributor Vaishavi V. Jituri
Jan
Platero And I: The Tour
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Do not judge me with your eyes, Platero. I had the best intentions helping the lost walkers on their way.
I know there is a shorter route, but that couple seemed sympathetic and I had the impression that their restaurant was still filled up.
Thanks to the detour I made them take, they get a nice view over the valley, past the cherry trees – currently in full bloom – and can see the foal grazing in the meadow since yesterday.
Admit it, Platero. They will enjoy it more than just turning right at the end of the road to get there.
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
Hervé (°1968 – Ronse, Belgium) started writing short stories whilst recovering from a sports injury and he hasn’t stopped since. Generally he writes them hatless and barefooted.
Jan
Stella
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Stella longs for the unseen soul who one day will meander into her home to touch (perhaps envy) each of her precisely placed gatherings.
Thank you, dear God, above, for the patience it
has taken to assemble and position these
precious things.
Yet she feels clumsy. Sees herself as a whale in a thimble’s sea of mire.
Then comes the moment when that perfect stranger appears as her savior, but Stella is not here to celebrate the gentle man with sapphires where his blue eyes should be, pale cream velvet fingertips to tally all her particulars, then bind her estate.
From Guest Contributor The Poet Spiel
Nov
When Cupid Calls
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
They laugh their boisterous laughs, holding hands with Pride seated in the gaps between their knuckles. Butterflies overflow their love-struck hearts and they try their best not to erupt in a bashful fit of giggles. He looks at her like she is all the world’s treasures in one. And she looks at him like he’s everything her heart has ever yearned for.
Then they leave the room, white with Shame, hands still clumsily interlocked. But with preening eyes, tugging hearts and Cupid calling them away to the gaze of their secret lovers.
Oh, how first love always ends in regret.
From Guest Contributor Mahathi Sathish
Oct
Fantasy
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Have you ever had a day where you just want to fantasize? I have. After long hours at a desk, on the way home after finding a seat on the railroad, I close my eyes and envision flying the Millennium Falcon. Chewbacca sits beside me, while Han Solo is working on something in the back room, cracking jokes. I make the jump to lightspeed and Chewbacca roars. I slowly cruise through the darkness of space and admire the surrounding planets.
Life is good and I’m excited about our mission.
The conductor announces my stop.
I exit the train to reality.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Oct
In The Memory Of A Thought To Be
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Vernon took his knife and silently pulled it from the tree bark. With a shriek, the first crow flew from the hollow, resting on the ragged grass. Its feathers ruffled, and its face pinched.
Vernon’s skull pushed itself upward, bursting through his skin, and making a nest in the now-vacant cavity. Vernon’s eyes fell upon the recess within, creating a rotted root system.
He could not believe in any of those things.
Vines sunk from branches covering the ground, winding around tree trunks and breaking them apart. The crow’s mouth yawned open, tearing at Vernon’s thoughts with claws and teeth.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Sep
The Little Things
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Tiny micro explosions, one after another, lit up the night sky in a cascading array of magentas, periwinkles and mulberry, accented by warm yellows and golds, a momentary distraction utilizing everything that is beautiful living inside the fire. Even the soulless ones, with clouded empty eyes, were taken aback as their heads tilted towards the heavens unblinkingly.
The degradation of pathways in their once human brains would soon enjoy their form of pyro techniques as neurons started firing once more. Reminding them that we were now their food source while simultaneously forgetting that once we would call each other family.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Jul
ARP
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I joined the Air Raid Precautions as a warden, ready to serve. I never imagined the danger.
The blackout began, and my eyes adjusted to the darkness. My partner George and I walked the streets and spoke frivolous chit chat when a bomb struck nearby.
We followed the screams into the chaos. Homes and businesses laid in a heap and bystanders wept as they picked up whatever was left of their belongings.
We searched the rubble and found no survivors.
I returned home, fell into bed, and dreamt of my childhood, a happy, peaceful time when there was no war.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Lisa has been writing since 2010 and has had many micro-flash fiction stories published. In 2018 her book Shorts for the Short Story Enthusiasts, was published and The Importance of Being Short, in 2019. Her most recent book In A Flash, was published in the spring of 2022.