Posts Tagged ‘Future’
Jul
Raise Your Voice
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
raise it as if your life depends on it. Your future too.
Scream if needed. Scream even if your voice cracks.
Don’t wait for help, help yourself.
Learn to survive, and remember,
the young neighbor who cries every night,
a distant cousin with a broken arm, a young girl on the bus, with bruised marks.
Remember the scars, the burns, the pain, the losses too.
Read the silence, the untold stories behind every closed door.
Then write a new story, draw a new picture,
paint your toenails red, wear a bindi, go out and shout
Shout until you are heard.
From Guest Contributor Marzia Rahman
Marzia is a Bangladeshi fiction writer and translator. Her writings have appeared in several print and online journals. Her novella-in-flash If Dreams had wings and Houses were built on clouds was longlisted in the Bath Novella in Flash Award Competition in 2022.She is currently working on a novella. She is also a painter.
Jun
Zombies
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The question. Do nanobots work? Does the Graphene oxide poisoning cause Biden’s dementia statement that US will be facing in 15 years? Remember his rambling in 2021. Seeing a future when everyone has Dementia or Alzheimer’s?
The truth?
The Graphene in the vaccine made those not reading the contract property of some DARPA weapon system.
In the end it makes people nuts in time.
Zombies?
I remember on Sagittarius thermonuclear war. in Zachariah. The Blood shall rise to a horse’s bridle.
I now live on Orion and Zechariah if you read seems to indicate zombies or werewolves. Just not sure which.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Mar
Tales Of Quantum
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Solomon’s statement. Everything under the sun has been done. I did not believe it to the extent I do now. Meaning? Future, present and past all happen at the same time if the latest quantum hypothesis is real. Meaning? If you spin a reality fast enough with distance enough, it can live, die several times while the reality that spun that reality up. Well, they watch it to see the good, the bad, and the ugly of those souls trapped in their paradise turned into a hell. Say what? Earth is paradise until those in it turn it to hell.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Feb
When I Write
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I write, I look above my screen and think. When I write, I ponder the entertaining events a published book may possess. When I write, I revere the marvelous feeling of finishing a book. When I write, I envision what I’ll do with my upcoming chapters. When I write, I imagine the extravagant scenes I can conjure up in my mind. When I write, I realize all I’ve been doing is daydreaming about moments of a future not yet known. Watching the clock tick, I look down at my screen and notice I’ve still not even begun to write.
From Guest Contributor Leif Bradley
Leif is a student of Literature and Creative Writing at Pikes Peak Community College.
Oct
Rolled And Stoned
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He: I know I’m a Midnight Rambler, but I can come to your Emotional Rescue. Won’t you Tell Me you want to Live With Me? I am through with Honky Tonk women.
She: This could be the Last Time I tell you – Jumpin’ Jack Flash is my boyfriend. You Can’t Always Get What You Want, you just want to tell people I am Under Your Thumb.
He: I can’t get no Satisfaction. I thought that we could have a rosy future, but now I will just Paint It Black. Won’t anyone Gimme Shelter? I don’t have a Heart Of Stone.
From Guest Contributor Doug Hawley
Doug lives in Oregon (spelled wrong / pronounced right) and escaped actuarial work to hike, snowshoe, volunteer, and string words together.
Aug
Voice
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Philip, my husband, gently massages the knot in my shoulder. “Are you ready?”
Turning, I kiss him on the lips. “Of course.”
My daughter is playing with her grandmother, talking gibberish. This is for her future as much as it is for mine. She will be more than a housewife.
I grab my banner, walk out the door and join the parade of women marching down “Fifth Avenue.”
It may not happen today or tomorrow, but we will keep on going until we’re equal.
With Philip smiling and watching from the sidewalk, I feel confident our voice will be heard.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Relic
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
They found the capsule buried in the desert. Its outer shell consisted of some unknown material, a shiny metal that was alien in origin. Opening it with their bare hands proved impossible and smashing it against the rocks barely left a scratch.
Many theories arose as to where the container came from. Perhaps it was a message from the stars. One wiseman hypothesized it was a relic from the distant past. The future seemed more likely.
When they finally pried the lid off, the language seemed familiar but the words were largely unintelligible:
Crispus Attucks Elementary School Class of ‘25.
Jun
Spending Time Alone
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I live another life between raised garden rows, meditating on what worries me the most—feeling anxious about the seedlings that I’ve upended from their plug trays, pushing them head first into the palm of my hand, where I take a moment to study their good health, before I shove them into dirt that’s expansive as it is uncertain—a space where I imagine safety is being somewhere: tomatoes belong here—eggplants over there—and, in-between—bright, ruffled marigolds, guarding the future from an army of beetles, no bigger than poppy seeds, that seemingly ingest everything when no one’s looking.
From Guest Contributor M.J.Iuppa
M.J.’s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017). For the past 33 years, she has lived on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Check out her blog: mjiuppa.blogspot.com for her musings on writing, sustainability & life’s stew.
Jun
The Mona Lisa
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mona was known for her smile, but really, what was so great about it? Just a slice of smile, nothing big and welcoming. Not a smile with a future in it, more of a flirtatious glance than anything else.
Mary Lee had a big welcoming smile. It had greeted legions of men. It was a smile that had launched many ships, one that let men know that she was available and ready for marriage. Perhaps that had been part of her problem. Men wanted what they couldn’t have. They preferred having their hearts broken over settling down to someone real.
From Guest Contributor Eliza Mimski
Apr
Early Bird Special
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Doubled-masked and leaning into the pharmacy’s window, you answer questions that will later identify you immediately. It’s 11:59 a.m. and the Know-It-All Tech, with a bar code label on her wrist and seascape nails, is already sick of the routine: Fill out these papers, sign here and here; take papers around back & sit with arm exposed; face turned to the left, as a cool alcohol swab cleans an invisible bull’s eye. The outgoing pharmacist chats about snow & cold and you barely feel him stick you with the needle. Done, he says, pressing a circle band-aid over your future.
From Guest Contributor M.J.Iuppa
M.J.Iuppa lives on a small farm near the shores of lake Ontario. Her 100 word stories have appeared in 100 Word Story, Eunoia Review, Otoliths, Jellyfish Review, A Story in a 100 Words, The Dribble Drabble Review, The Drabble Review, Milk Candy Review, Lost Balloon, and others. . Check out her blog: mjiuppa.blogspot.com for her musings on writing, sustainability & life’s stew.