Posts Tagged ‘Guest Contributor’
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.
Mar
Venus Valve
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mars and beyond seem to be the focus of unmanned space exploration. Venus on the other hand has been largely ignored. Of course the conditions on Venus are much different. The surface pressure’s an effective deterrent to probe the orb.
Prior unmanned vehicles that have landed on Venus: all crushed by the pressure.
As far as the aliens are concerned, this is a positive. The cold-blooded creatures did not want earthlings around and made prior adjustments.
Another alien spaceship treks the familiar voyage to Venus. Once near the surface they release the pressure valve, then go skiing on Maxwell Montes.
From Guest Contributor Denny E. Marshall
Mar
A Table For Two
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“For two, please,” the woman muttered, fondling the wedding ring on her slim finger. The waiter escorted her to an empty table with a dim candle.
“Would you like anything to drink?”
“Just a glass of wine for me.”
“Anything else?” His eyes were fixed on the bare seat, before shifting to her.
She shook her head firmly, avoiding eye contact. As the waiter walked away, the woman pulled out a small picture frame and placed it on the opposite end of the table. It bared the image of a man in uniform. She smiled at him solemnly.
Happy anniversary.
From Guest Contributor Alex Vuong
Alex lives his life out loud and in vibrant color. He loves to put on his headphones and dance through his room. Alex is always looking for opportunities to learn new music and create more art.
Mar
My Darkest Colors
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
At night my darkest colors show. Sometimes I grow weary, afraid you can’t stand the glow.
Darkness comes in many different shades. From fear, paranoia, self doubt and anxiety, the lightness from me fades.
Just as self realization kicks in, and I ponder how much more can I take? A warm calm from light comes through, and my heart begins to wake.
As the light and magnitude begins to grow, the spectrum of colors from light to dark begins to glow.
I begin understanding now, so diverse and ubiquitous, and limited was my vision before. Forgive me I never knew.
From Guest Contributor Crystal Bauer Feldman
Mar
Emigration 2.0
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The latest Derry crowd had established quite a community inside Grianan Fort, refugees from a Northern Ireland under British administration, ostensibly governed by a partnership of Republican and Unionist parties.
Tory privatisation of social housing, using the ubiquitous Brexit scapegoat, had only been introduced three years before a combination of it and repeal of benefits had forced Jimmy’s family, and thousands like them, across the border.
He pitied those who hadn’t escaped the shutdown.
.
“Lights out!” Someone called from the ramparts.
Pointless warning. One way in and out. Guards knew the drill.
Jimmy reckoned they’d have a week’s grace.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Mar
The Postcard
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I sit in the beaming sunlight reading Tim’s postcard from France repeatedly.
“Callie, I met a beautiful French woman and we’re in love. I’m not coming home.”
My sweat drips onto the postcard leaving smudge marks. How could he do this to me? I’m so aghast, I throw the postcard on the grass and my dog Bentley whimpers as I kick the lawn chair across the yard, hitting the neighbor’s fence.
“Hey, watch it, Callie! You’ll break my fence,” Charlie yells.
Before I have a chance to answer, I look at the postcard and chortle. It’s full of bird excrement.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
China
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A friend asked, “Alyssa, do you think you’ll travel next year?” From deep within, without previous forethought, I knew. “Yes, I’m going to China!” I positively proclaimed. A week later I confided in a mentor at a local fair about my revelation but that I felt some doubt. We entered an exhibit room. Two handmade Chinese dresses stood at the entrance. Intrigued, I inspected them. The seamstresses had sewn their names on the insides of the collars. The first said “Alyssa” and the second said “Faith”. I heard a voice say, “Alyssa have faith.” Months later I traveled to China.
From Guest Contributor Alyssa Welch-Minaker
Alyssa is an online MFA writing student at Lindenwood University. She lives in North Africa where she reads excessively and plays with words. Visit her blog at alyssaminaker.wordpress.com