Posts Tagged ‘Good’
Jun
A Non-random Universe
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He was a firm believer in the order of things; a conscious universe. He was well versed in Newton’s 3rd law and the law of ‘what goes around comes around.’ He had reduced life to a mathematical formula.
He’d lived his life being painstakingly good, always looking over his shoulder for karmic mis-steps. He would do good and be amply rewarded by a benevolent divinity that was weighing his every action on an eternal balance.
He died with hurt confusion in his eyes, his pain-wrecked body mangled and torn. Had he gotten the formula wrong? Was there even a formula?
From Guest Contributor Minerva Athena
Nov
The Reading
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The flashing sign blinds Marissa’s eyes. The door says enter, and she pushes it open with a sigh.
“Please sit,” says the woman in flamboyant blue and green gypsy clothes. “I assume you want a reading.”
“Yes, good and bad.”
The woman takes Marissa’s right hand and reads her palm. “I don’t see a future for you. There will be no success or love in your life. You will die tragically and without warning.”
Marissa jolts in her chair. “I’m not up to this. Here’s your money.”
Anxious and distracted, Marissa doesn’t see the car coming. She dies on impact.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
Father
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Father threw his coat on the chair and announced, “I’m tired of trying to see the good in people.”
“Tough day, Father?”
“You have no idea. All day long, problems, problems, problems. I can’t fix chronic poor choices in partners or unfulfilled dreams of success because of laziness.”
“Did anything good happen today?”
“Well, the steps were repainted. It was a decent job, considering it was done by a recovering alcoholic.”
“See, that’s a start.”
“But there was a parade of people coming to confess all sorts of stupid things to me.
“Well, maybe being a pastor isn’t for you.”
From Guest Contributor NT Franklin
Jul
Somewhere Along The Line
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I used to believe that villains didn’t exist. That wrongdoers were victims of their circumstances, victims of their upbringing, or victims of their own tortured brains. I thought that ‘bad guys’ were just the people who didn’t get to frame the narrative; that ‘inner demons’ was code for the same primal and chemical conflicts that we refer to as depravity when found in those who fail to conceal them. I thought of the dichotomy of good and evil as merely a crutch for those who wish decisions were easy.
I never believed in villains. Until I realized I’d become one.
From Guest Contributor E.F. Boehm
Jun
In the Paris Catacombs
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My tour is just two thousand meters of the hundred kilometer labyrinth that forms this subterranean ossuary.
The tunnel walls are stacks of femurs, tibias, scapulas, et alia, interspersed with grinning skulls.
Six million dead unceremoniously disinterred, generation upon generation, from centuries ago.
Good, evil, male, female, beautiful, ugly, aristocrat, artisan, everyone has attained an undignified égalité here.
I could laugh myself to scorn at this macabre absurdity. Not a ghost in sight, merely piles of bones!
Back in the land of the living, I emerge into the rush hour: busy throngs of stick people, all sharing the same destination.
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.
Oct
The Evil Twin
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
His twin’s name was Darrel. Jerrod thought wistfully that most twins were nearly the same. It couldn’t be further from the truth in his and Darrel’s case. Darrel was the incarnate of evil. He, on the other hand, tried to be a good man. His life was difficult at best, but Darrel made it worse always whispering in his ear, trying to get him to do awful things. He always managed to talk Darrel out of doing these things, but it was getting more difficult dealing with Darrel. ‘Being conjoined was a real pain in the ass,’ he thought ruefully!
From Guest Contributor Derrick Fernie