Posts Tagged ‘Fight’
Feb
Final Instructions
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The fight between Lefty Louie and Bonecrusher Rocco was only minutes away. Bonecrusher was an awesome specimen – a huge head, bull neck, and massive chest and biceps.
In Louie’s corner, Al, his manager, had a few last words.
“The referee’s going to give you both instructions in the middle of the ring.”
Why a square surface was called a ring Louie didn’t understand.
“He’s going to tell you to go to a neutral corner when someone’s down. Break when he tells you to. Then he’ll say let the better man win.”
“What?”
“I know, Louie. Just forget that last part.”
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
May
Three Books
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Sure, many of the English majors at Wilson-Reed College had read works by George Orwell, Octavia Butler, and Margaret Atwood before, but they had never read them assembled together in one course, until they took Dr. Regina Cabello’s Survey of Protest Literature.
When word of the curriculum made its way around campus, the board of trustees wrestled to find a loophole that would strip Dr. Cabello of both her tenure and job. Eventually they were successful.
By that time, though, her many students had learned, firsthand, the lessons of it all and were already preparing themselves to join the fight.
From Guest Contributor Ran Walker
Ran is the author of 20 books. He teaches creative writing at Hampton University in Virginia. He can be reached via his website, www.ranwalker.com.
Apr
The Raven And The Crow
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The raven saw the crow perched on the church spire in the middle of town and demanded he make himself scarce.
“I’m the king of the birds and I deserve the best roost.”
The crow scoffed. “I don’t think so.”
The raven puffed up his feathers and flapped his wings threateningly, but the crow was unimpressed. As they were almost exactly the same size, it was unclear who would win in a fight.
“You’re a crow, no different than me. Just because one time a woman mistook you for a raven doesn’t mean you’re better than the rest of us.”
Oct
Self Help
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Whenever he did curls on the bench, he had to resist the urge to look at himself in the mirror. He was always disappointed.
Everything he tried, varying his routine, increasing his dosages, upping his protein intake, failed to have the desired results. He’d even cut back his work hours because being here was more important.
Barbara didn’t understand. His parents didn’t understand. His professors definitely didn’t understand.
Every second of his existence was a battle against his oxidizing cells as they gradually lost the ability to replicate.
The gym was not an addiction. It was a fight against oblivion.
Oct
Soldiers Of Fortune
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Who’s to say if any of this really matters?”
George smacked Thomas across the face as soon as the words were out of his mouth.
“Ouch! What was that for?” Thomas whined.
“Because if we give up hope, we die.”
Thomas pointed towards the enemy lines. “If we die, it’s because of them.”
“And if we give up the fight, then we lose not only our own freedom, but the freedom of an entire nation.”
“And my question to you is, what difference does it make?”
George lowered his hand. “Perhaps you’re right.”
Together, George and Tom fled the battlefield.
Jun
TKO
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
In a year in which everything was falling apart, both personally and globally, Joe wasn’t prepared for the news of Scott’s death. The impact was more devastating than any of the hundreds of punches he’d absorbed during their fight trilogy.
“How?”
“Heart attack.”
Joe looked at the photos and trophies on the bookshelf across the room, mementos from the recent past, a time when he and Scott, though rivals, had been on top of the world.
Now Scott was dead, too young and too soon, reminding Joe of the one fight he, like everyone else, had no chance of winning.
From Guest Contributor Dan Slaten
Feb
Day 4 In This Dismal Place
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The monster looms down upon the invariable doom that has captured me. I hide in a little rock den, but it knows I am here. I try to blend into the decaying leaves and dirt that surround me, but its two spying eyes fall and focus on my abdomen and eight legs. The beast knows how to disable the shield and picks the rock up. Its meaty paws drop down hoppers for me; a peace offering to feast upon. I show the four-legger my fangs, and it drops the rock down over me. It must not know how to fight!
From Guest Contributor McKenzie A. Frey
Jul
Cage Fighter
by thegooddoctor in Uncategorized
Emmet never gets scared. He is a terrifically talented mixed martial artist; flexible, strong, unpredictable.
His rise through the rankings has been steady. Probably get a shot at a universally regarded title next year.
The opportunity to compete tonight arose unexpectedly when one of the fighters withdrew suddenly, for reasons which were never fully explained.
Emmet took the fight at short notice, no questions asked.
As his second I follow him into the cage.
“I’m scared,” says Emmet as his opponent, a hideous alien lumbers into the cage. “The way they spoke, I was expecting to fight another human being.”
From Guest Contributor Barry O’Farrell
Barry is an actor and writer who lives in Brisbane, Australia.
Barry’s other stories may be found in Cyclamens & Swords, 50 Word Stories and of course here at A Story In 100 Words.
Jun
Each Other’s Company
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Barbara and Dave fought more on vacation, and much more intensely, than any other time in their marriage.
“I wish you’d just shut up about it,” Barbara finally shouted.
“As soon as you admit that this time it wasn’t my fault,” Dave countered.
“Okay, it’s not your fault. Are you happy now?”
“Yes.” Having gained her absolution, Dave stopped bickering and turned away.
Neither of them spoke for a long time. They just bobbed quietly in the water, wishing the other one wasn’t there. It would have been better to die alone than to endure each other’s company a moment longer.
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Feb
Voodoo Graffiti
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The night the lake turned purple, I was on the phone for three hours, fighting with my brother. He was dissing Grandpa’s old white Ambassador which I’d inherited. Afterwards, I switched off my phone and shut myself up in my room. That’s how I missed our town’s first miracle.
Three days, one strangled rooster, a lungful of incense and a migraine later, I had succeeded in turning his BMW bright yellow. His scream of fury echoed across town. I sniggered and came out for coffee.
By then, the whole world had turned purple. Including Grandpa’s car.
Still, better than yellow.
From Guest Contributor Aparna Nandakumar
Aparna lives in Calicut, India, and writes poems and short stories. Her work is forthcoming in The Atticus Review and Cafe Dissensus.