Posts Tagged ‘God’
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
Jan
The Savior
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mary held baby Jesus in her arms, coddling him from danger as Joseph watched. He was tiny and quiet, sleeping peacefully. Joseph touched Mary’s shoulder gently and she smiled. The animals surrounded them and watched as the family sat contentedly in joyful wonderment staring at the small gift. Mary, exhausted, stayed awake afraid to leave her newborn son out of her sight, but Joseph took him from her arms, and she laid back and fell into a deep sleep.
Joseph gazed at his son in awe, the miracle God granted them.
The Savior, Christ, who would sacrifice himself for others.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Sofa Of Cycles
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The sagging couch cushions are a trophy–evidence attesting to her self-discipline to stay situated.
She’s a chameleon in her contradictory custom office. An extension cord slithers around wooden legs, dressed with a black and blocky laptop vitalizer. The coffee table has been repurposed into a feet-book-pen desk, crowded with sacred guides to creation and the honing of creative crafts. No clocks tick, as time gives no counsel. Silence rears its head to the ears of the beholder, mouth perpetually packed by scribbles and click-clacks.
She forges life and death. A prolific puppet master.
Stay at home God of worlds.
From Guest Contributor Madeline van Batum
Madeline lives in Colorado with her cat and hopes that one day she can go back to her home country of the Netherlands to finally meet the Flying Dutchman.
Oct
Fifty-Fifty: A Sullen Revival
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
scowling, baldwin grabbed the welcome-to-9 birthday card from the tv compartment. birthdays? useless! he thought. aren’t birthdays for children whom god gave little time and had to celebrate their short lives. just like my twinnie.
he crumpled the card. flung it. headed for the garden.
seeing him, his mother flinched. this wasn’t baldwin. but why wear baldwin’s clothes? even baldwin’s red hair?
—joey!
—i’m now baldwin. no longer joey. i come to say ‘no birthdays anymore!’
—whatcha doing, eh?
—we’re fine wi’ddis, mum.
his mother wiped tears. groaned. —baldwin’s dead, joey. stop this.
—he’s my twin. he wanna live, too!
From Guest Contributor Elisha Oluyemi
Jul
Duel At Dawn
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The cool, crisp morning air is cold, even in the fog I see my breath. “10 paces I’ll count; 10 paces then turn and shoot,” said my friend. I begin to walk. One. The wet, dewy grass is under my feet. Two. I wore my best clothes today, complete with the gray coat. Three. Black crows call in the distance, laughing at us fools. Seven. Dear god he is already at seven, I think. Eight. The black trigger of this 50-year-old pistol will have another kill. Nine. “Forgive me, Anne. Forgive me,” I pray. Ten. I turn, aim, and shoot.
From Guest Contributor Hayden Unfred
Jan
Cage
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The town came to the zoo based on the promise of a special exhibit of animals captured with great difficulty. The audience was truly impressed.
“My god, they are ten times our size.”
“They are bellowing so loud they can be heard ten towns away. The shrieking hurts my ears and might leave me deaf.”
Despite their fear people stuck around, mesmerized by the crazed beasts. They trusted the extra thick bars in the cage.
Their trust was ill-advised. The humans broke out of the cage and stomped the crowd into the ground. Three thousand Xanians died painfully.
From Guest Contributor Doug Hawley
Dec
Thoughts And Prayers
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Small furry animals have crawled out of their holes for a look. Such sights! Smashed-in skulls and severed feet and angels covered in blood. Like a nasty drunk, God has been exceptionally belligerent of late. A cadaverous woman in blue scrubs who says her name is April asks, “On a scale of 1-10, with 1 being the lowest, how severe is your pain?” Strangers on social media offer thoughts and prayers. Even then, the leaves on trees instantly wither as a burning airship passes overhead. My wife refuses a ride. We cling together just like the words in a poem.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie is the author of Failed Haiku, a poetry collection that is the co-winner of the 2021 Grey Book Press Chapbook Contest. It is scheduled for publication in summer 2022.
Aug
Chatrang
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Your move,” Death said.
They can’t hear me. Please give me another chance. The mortal shivered.
“Thirteen moves.” The Guardian Angel moved his bishop.
The Death Angel smirked. “Check.”
“It’s never enough to defend their lives,” the Guardian sighed.
No, I don’t want to die.
“They never learn, do they?” Death chuckled. “No empathy for others, until violence knocks on their doors.”
No, please, I’m a good person.
“Someday, maybe, I hope to defend a man who is worth a decent game.” The guardian placed his knight.
Oh god, I can’t see anything, I want to live!
Death roared, “Checkmate.”
From Guest Contributor Amberstar Rosette
Amberstar is a writer who lives in the Czech Republic
Jun
The Seventh Floor
by thegooddoctor in Uncategorized
The squad car with blue lights flashing lit up the night and announced a police presence before he entered the building.
The receptionist looked up at the cop coming through the door and smiled.
“Good evening officer. This is becoming a regular occurrence.”
“Yes, Ma’am, second Friday night this month,” said the cop.
“Let me guess, seventh floor? Mrs. Smith called about Frannie’s drinking party again?”
“Bingo.”
“We’ll try to settle Mrs. Smith down first, then talk with Frannie.”
“Thanks.”
The cop shook his head and asked, “How loud can they be? This is a retirement village for God’s sake.”
From Guest Contributor N.T. Franklin
NT Franklin has been published in Page and Spine, Fiction on the Web, 101 Words, Friday Flash Fiction, CafeLit, Madswirl, Postcard Shorts, 404 Words, Scarlet Leaf Review, Freedom Fiction, Burrst, Entropy, Alsina Publishing, Fifty-word stories, Dime Show Review, among others.
Aug
A Genius Remains Unrecognized
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
HUBRIS CONTEST:
John shouted into his megaphone, sending the entire set scrambling. He was in command. He was a god, and “Flesh Would Melt” was his creation, his masterpiece finally springing to life.
Even amidst the commotion, there was a still part of John’s mind that was not occupied by the calculating of f-stops or picking out of wallpaper patterns. He thought of the first time he’d seen Hamlet performed, wondering at the rapturous applause, and thinking to himself that if he had been in charge, he would have done better.
Almost exactly one year later, John’s film premieres to universal vilification.
From Guest Contributor Eduardo Felin