Posts Tagged ‘God’
Feb
La Piedra
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I was once asked a question. In fact, it was the most important question in the history of the world.
The question was so immense that it should have been saved for God himself in the afterlife.
It covered love and hate and fact and fiction and everyone and everything at once.
Naturally, I wanted to answer, but my throat froze and my eyes turned to stone like those of a statue. If my heart throbbed, I wasn’t there enough to feel it.
Honestly, how’s a piece of shit like me supposed to know if everything happens for a reason?
From Guest Contributor Branko Tubic
Nov
Next Time
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Every time that bastard comes home, he sweet talks me and tells me things will be different and like a complete fool I take him back and then I get pregnant and he takes off again for a year or two.
I swear to God the next time he shows his face around here I’m going to hit him upside the head with a frying pan, knock him out long enough to pack a bag and clear out for a couple of years myself, leave him to take care of three kids with no help, see how he likes it.
From Guest Contributor Simon Hole
Aug
The Taxidermist
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He stuffed his victims, then mounted them on his wall. That’s why they referred to him as the Taxidermist. His arrest, and subsequent conviction, was thought to be the end. No juror would’ve signed off on an insanity plea. He was locked away and, by the time his appeals were exhausted and he finally met his fate, the story had become more legend than reality.
But he was more than just a serial killer. He wasn’t just preserving their skins, but also their souls. Now, with his death, those souls have been released. May God have mercy on us all.
Jul
Adam’s Apple
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Where did you hear that? She asked, blonde hair peek-a-boo covering her naked breasts.
“An emergency meeting of Seraphim and Cherubim. I was passing by and overheard,” he responded. “You’ve passed that tree a hundred times. The one with the single piece of fruit at the very top. It looks like an apple. ”
“And it’s supposed to have magical powers?”
“The fruit. That’s what He said.”
“Nobody can climb that tree,” she insisted.
“The snake could. He could slither up. You could persuade him,” he winked.
“As soon as I finish hemming these fig leaves,” she winked back.
From Guest Contributor Reynold Junker
May
Bumping Into An Old Friend
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Like a beacon of an unkind fate the bald pate shines where his pink Mohawk once grew.
“Punk’s not dead,” he drools, the two pints of Heineken having gone to his head, when back in the day it would have taken five, or eight.
“Yeah, the spirit lives on,” I lie to this ghost from my past sitting alone in the bar without any hope of a date.
“Another pint?” the zombie asks, but I don’t hesitate with the well, it’s getting late, been nice to catch up, thanking God for boring suburbs, wife and kids, the nine to five.
From Guest Contributor Ian Fletcher
Ian studied English Literature at Oxford University many years ago. He has had short stories published in various genres in Schlock! Webzine, Schlock! Bi-Monthly, Short-story.me, Anotherealm, Under the Bed, A Story In 100 Words, and in anthologies by Horrified Press and Rogue Planet Press. He is an Affiliate Member of the Horror Writers Association.
Apr
Public Poems Built On Public Property
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Public poems built on public property are, as they say, asking for it. When you use such flimsy bread, eating away at holy Wonder until such thinly-sliced letters remain, every one meant to be swallowed, not whispered; when you hold them down with found rocks in a stream that is not a stream, just a concrete ditch void of the hand of God; when you slip out the window in the night like a Sufi thief or an idiot child, praying the wrong way, dancing naked, licking vowels in your own nonsense language
don’t expect to get anything
except
arrested.
From Guest Contributor Brook Bhagat
After graduating with a BA in English from Vassar College, Brook Bhagat landed her first paid writing job as a reporter for a small-town Colorado newspaper. She left it to travel to India, where she fell in love, got married and canceled her ticket home. She and her husband Gaurav write freelance articles for dozens of publications, including Outpost, Ecoworld, and Little India. In 2013, they launched www.BluePlanetJournal.com, which she edits and writes for. She also teaches writing at a community college, is earning her MFA in Writing at Lindenwood University, and is writing a novel.
Apr
Missing
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He felt he’d been travelling. Couldn’t be sure. His memory was as misty as the panorama. It looked like Kiev: all those domed churches. How would I know that? The question hung there, unspoken. The answer ignored it.
He looked down at shapely legs and high-heels. What the–
The world spun. Elise was a woman: always had been. The last thing she remembered was the headache at Lloyds. Oh God…work. Did I walk out?
She reached into her handbag. Passport, cash, credit cards…no tickets.
She determined to make a doctor’s appointment the minute she got home.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Feb
12 And A Misstep
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
1. I admit I’ve no control over my wife.
2. It’ll take your expertise to reclaim my sanity.
3. I’m in your hands.
4. I’m just not capable.
5. I’m too easily manipulated.
6. Can you rebuild my self-worth?
7. I’ve listed all the friends I rebuffed for her sake.
8. Already made up with Jimmy.
9. I’ll be seeing the rest soon.
10. Jimmy pointed out a few faults I’d missed.
11. God, even now I’m faltering.
12. I’ve told him everything.
The hitman grimaced. “Er…all I needed was the fee. Now, where does this “Jimmy” live?”
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
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
Oct
Infinite Summer
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
God had bleached everything. The shattering sky. Erin’s face. Even our baby’s perfect hands were white.
Tiny, frozen fingers assail the windshield while Erin shivers in the passenger seat. I ease the gas pedal cautiously, hesitantly–-coaxing a reluctant lover.
Tires slip and I wonder if it would be so bad, sliding to our end in ice and pavement. Why not, with the cold body of our almost baby left at the hospital?
Erin clutches her abdomen, lingering reflex, and whispers the name I refuse to remember. The name we picked when the world was warmer and life infinite summer.
From Guest Contributor Sierra Donahue