Posts Tagged ‘Guest Contributor’
Apr
Scrabbling For Vanity
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Most had outside toilets, located in narrow backyards just far enough away from kitchen doors for odours to dissipate.
Granddad’s was a stark brick shell with a plank-door, cord for inner handle, neatly torn newspaper for wiping, and Adamant throne a chasm to toddlers.
The landlord was actually well-to-do and had provided an Edwardian commode, but this was purely for night-time excursions by the ladies of the house.
The home of the paternal grandmother faced the cathedral; the toilet inside. She boasted poshness.
The facility was internal only because her house had no yard. She forever nagged about flushing properly.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Apr
Murderous Intentions
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He sat on the park bench. Waiting to find his next victim. Women pass by as they take their morning jog.
A woman with meaty thighs and blonde hair grabs his attention. Not too slim, not too heavy. Right in the middle. She is the one. Time to work his magic. He jogs beside her.
“Hi I’m John. Let me just say that even if there wasn’t gravity on earth, I would still fall for you.”
“Smooth, but cute. I’m Kathy.”
They jog together. His mind wanders. How is he going to kill her? Stabbing? Poison?
So many endless possibilities.
From Guest Contributor Alexa Findlay
Alexa is a Creative Writing Major at the University of California, Riverside. She spends her time writing fiction and poetry. Her work has been featured in Pomona Valley Review, Better than Starbucks Magazine, Adelaide Literary Magazine, Halcyon Days, Grotesque Magazine, Blood Moon Rising Magazine, Scarlet Leaf Review, and A Story in 100 words, amongst others.
Apr
Bad Escape
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Alcatraz, 1938.
Prisoners Nick and Daryl were aboard a boat to Alcatraz. The boat collided with a rock and turned over. Nick and Daryl swam to shore followed by a guard. He knocked them out. Outside of the prison Daryl grabbed the guard’s gun and shot him.
With Nick, Daryl ran from the loosened dogs and guards. They found a boat. The warden followed as the men stole the boat.
‘This is the life’ cried Nick.
‘Hungry for bullets?’ called the warden as he shot Daryl. Nick, an identity thief, shot back.
Nick lived another fifty years as a warden.
From Guest Contributor Bayley Kelly
Apr
Ludere
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He introduced himself to the elegant redhead, making the proper, respectful eye-contact interspersed with cheekily brazen glances beyond the pendulous necklace of green stones.
He listened to her queries, gave all the right answers, asking questions on cue, seizing each opportunity for sexual inference.
Waiting for her fiancé, she allowed herself to bask in the attention and enjoy the ancient game. She even allowed her secret smile to beam forth occasionally, assuring herself that her fidelity was as icily resolute as the emeralds about her flushed neck.
Shortly after an artful hand touched her thigh, only the emeralds kept table.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Apr
Dream Beach
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He walked along the beach he’d frequented as a child in holidays long ago.
“All those years,” he thought, “and my life has had as much significance as a grain of sand on this shore!”
“Even my memories are fading,” he reflected, as the past receded ever further year on year.
“My senses too are dulled. The sights and sounds of the sea are not as vivid as before.”
Hearing the mesmerizing cadence of the waves he felt he was walking in a dream.
Yes, it would soon be time for his return to the dust from whence he came.
From Guest Contributor Ian Fletcher
Apr
Anything Can Happen
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Why do you think you’re an expert on me?” I asked Jim. We were on another construction job together doing some demolition. It felt good sledge hammering the walls.
“Listen, kid. You’re eighteen and you gotta drop this attitude. People don’t appreciate it.”
“Sure, Jim. Whatever you say.”
“Listen, kid. I’ve seen the world and I know what it’s like.” Jim lifted his shirt to reveal a .45 pistol. “See this. I’ve had a gun on me all day. You never would’ve known. Anyone is capable of anything.”
Jim pulled the pistol cautiously. Fumbling it in his hands he–– POP!!!!
From Guest Contributor Steve Colori
Apr
Tell Me Lies! The Truth Is Harsh. Give Me Hope While I’m Falling Apart.
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He gazed at her, longingly, knowing that it would never be. His dream crashing down upon the floor. Broken words won’t help no more. Her mind was made. His heart–betrayed. He brushed her cheek: a simple good-bye. What more could be done? What more could he supply? He fell to his knees, “my sweet don’t leave!” But, she just left him there to grieve. He fell to the ground, in a sprawl, as the only sound he heard were high heels, echoing off the wall.
There is no time to sit and wait.
Take life’s hand and run with fate.
From Guest Contributor McKenzie A. Frey
Apr
Infinity
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Duncan had considered trying out an infinity mirror experiment, but taking even a box camera into a photo booth had always seemed so…uncouth.
He’d shelved the whole idea down into a little dark corner of his timidity.
Only the recent spate of high risk narcissistic selfies had managed to prise open that dungeon of shyness and resuscitate the notion.
Smartphone ideal for purpose – persuading himself that he was so much more cerebral than sneering losers – he climbed into the photo booth and popped a coin into the slot.
He timed everything perfectly and vanished up the orifice of physics.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Mar
Storm
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Having left my car behind, smashed against a tree in the forest, I’ve been walking for hours, with the snow and wind against my face. My feet half frozen, barely able to breathe and my hands numb, I’m lonely and afraid. If only I could see in front of me, but it’s becoming dark and the snow distorts my vision.
I can’t go any further. I fall to the cushioned ground and pray my death will be painless. I close my eyes and feel the snow cover my body. I drift off, and the last thing I see is darkness.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
Folded Flag
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She stood in the snow holding a single white carnation facing the cold wall of names. She whispered, turning to the man beside her, “Sir, do you host other events here?”
The man nodded, gently replying, “Would you like to book a reservation for one?”
“Yes, a wedding. But the groom resides here.” She placed the carnation on the ground and caressed the engraved words before her. Evan Perry.
“Not a problem.” He whispered, placing his hand on her shoulder.
“He said he’d come back.” Soon the tears she had held back then flowed down her face, “I’ve been waiting.”
From Guest Contributor Jasmine Som
As a paleo-vegan, Jasmine loves dehydrating fruits to take with her when she hikes. While others stalk celebrities, she looks up new recipes to get creative with. Sadly, cooking with her heavy cast iron pots has her taking on a new workout routine that includes a weight lifting regimen.