Posts Tagged ‘Father’
Jan
Nereus’s Daughter
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
One day a pretty forest nymph, who soundlessly slumbered in her woods, awoke to find a disheveled ape hovering above her. Sweating. Grunting. Drooling. About to dock between her meaty, leggy things.
The nymph screamed and clawed at the god’s eyes, shouting at Priapus to stop or else she “would tell her father.”
In response, Priapus merely hit the ground beside her head with a curled up fist, hooting in laughter.
Nereus’s daughter saw no other option but to ask a kinder god than Priapus for assistance. Not twenty seconds after, the nymph turned into a flowering pink lotus tree.
From Guest Contributor Eliot Gilbert
Jan
Mortal Sin
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Shawn ran from the confessional like the Devil might grab him by the collar and drag him back down to Hell.
“What’d you get?” I whispered.
“Nothing. He said it was just a minor sin.” I smiled. If stealing money from the donation box was considered minor, I was scot-free.
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I left a mess in the rectory.”
I didn’t know what excommunicated meant but I felt I’d been unjustly served until my Pop said that Father Flannery obeyed only one dictate: cleanliness was next to Godliness. Violations were treated as a mortal sin.
Dec
Guilt-Free Murder
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Carlos dragged the body onto the street. Veronica screamed about the neighbors, but if anyone was awake, it was because she was screaming. Besides, he didn’t care who knew.
Mr. Caspar had deserved to die. He’d hit Veronica. He’d hit Mrs. Caspar. He’d hit the dog. If Carlos had to go to jail, at least he’d know Veronica was safe.
Veronica screamed again. It made Carlos mad to see her crying for her father, but he’d never admit to a mistake.
Today, we’re deviating from the 100-word format. Today’s story is exactly 81 words, and is a submission for this writing site.
Jul
Backfire
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Betsy wanted to slay a dragon. All her friends had killed at least one and it was embarrassing to show her face at the academy.
Sadly, Betsy’s father had strictly forbidden her from joining any quests. He kept telling her maybe when she’s older.
Betsy’s brother had resigned himself long ago to never slaying any dragons and he told Betsy she might as well give up too. “Dad’s never going to change his mind. He’s against all slayings. Mom says that it’s because his grandfather was a dragon.”
Betsy grew up to hate dragons more than any of her classmates.
Jun
Caution
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Have I met you before?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Where I have I seen you then?”
“I have met your mother, your father, your sister, and grandparents,” he said, irritably. “But not you.”
She looked at him. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he said. “Well, at least, not until now.”
They laughed; his far heartier than hers.
She shivered. His black cloak and queer scent was off putting.
“So,” he said, leaning closer, “I suppose introductions are in order.”
“No,” she said. “I know who you are.” She clicked her seat belt in.
‘Drat.’ He left. She got home safely.
From Guest Contributor, Joey Harlow.
Apr
Moon Swallows Head of Barking Dog
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A young girl and her father sit on a bench and stare into the lake. They are stuck this way forever. From here on out, they must focus unblinking on the way it does not ripple, how no stone may enter and how no fish can leave. Across the park, a squirrel clings to a tree, his heart always exploding, a white dog snapping at his tail. The water reflects the moon and calls down the night, pocked with clouds– the sky split in two, half of it black, half of it blue; there is no color where they merge.
From Guest Contributor, Jeremy S. Griffin
Mar
The Alien
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She had not seen a human before. She had read about them, of course, and heard endless stories from her father, The General. How they had saved the remaining few, bringing them back before Earth finally died.
The humans had not adapted well to their new home. Father said the trauma of what they had done marked their souls, and the majority did not survive long. Sometimes you heard reports, sightings…
He was as clumsy as the books suggested, but his eyes shocked her most. Shapeless, lonely grey eyes. Only regret was left. It was too late for anything else.
From Guest Contributor, Amy Evans
Jan
The Spoon
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Victoria had believed their house was haunted, until they moved and the weird stuff in the kitchen didn’t stop. Maybe it was her mom who was haunted.
When the so-called experts, most of whom were crackpots, realized there was a real phenomenon, most ran out faster than Victoria’s father had.
In the end, it was her mother’s new boyfriend who made the connection. David was an oceanographer, and he recognized the sounds coming from the spoon as whale song.
Victoria wanted to keep the spoon, but her mother sold it. After that, Victoria went to go live with her father.
Mar
Thunder Shook The Bibelots
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Ralph hated thunderstorms. Tonight’s had him cowering in his father’s study. Each crack of thunder shook the shelves, rattling his father’s war memorials and the family bibelots, and left him cringing abjectly in the corner.
When the storms came, Ralph would rarely understand the reason. His father would have to explain, with varying degrees of patience, that hadn’t cleaned his room or had embarrassed him in front of strangers or hadn’t done a good job of listening.
But tonight, he knew exactly why the storm had come. His bloody hands and his father’s limp body told the story in full.
Mar
A Hollywood Story
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Gordon flipped through the damning evidence of a conspiracy at the highest levels and deliberated his next move.
The studio had hired him as an archivist, not a conscience. But he imagined his son’s reaction if he ever learned Gordon had helped conceal the truth. Hollywood had purposefully been making inferior movies for decades, knowing that if filmgoers were provided with quality films, they’d become enlightened and no longer seek out the comfort of movies.
Gordon eventually returned the files. After reflecting upon his extremely large salary, he decided his son would want him to keep his damn mouth shut.