Posts Tagged ‘Guest Contributor’
Sep
The Unexpected Drive Home
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The rain pelted against the windshield and traffic was at a standstill. Impatient drivers honked their horns to no avail and I tuned them out with my radio. Finally, the traffic began to move, but the rain didn’t let up. Every car was crawling. My stomach gurgled from hunger and my throat was parched. It had been two hours.
As I reached the drawbridge crossing there was an ambulance. Two cars collided head-on and a body laid on the ground covered with a black tarpaulin.
I shut off the radio and drove the rest of the ride home in silence.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
Lure Of The Surf
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Chatter heightened in a resort restaurant.
“She’s a striking beauty,” someone blurted. “Out surfing every day,”
another added. “Can’t miss.”
Ken placed lunch servings before the patrons, imagining running into
someone like that.
When work ended, he headed for the beach. Between relationships,
feeling low, he sought peace by the sea. Surfers dotted distant
sparkling waters. Their faces couldn’t be distinguished.
Next day, Ken served the same group of diners who had talked so
passionately about the mystery woman.
“She’s walking ashore holding a surfboard,” someone shouted.
Everyone, including Ken, turned to look out the window.
It was his sister.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction.
Aug
In A Momentary Trance
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Her gentle swaying at the intersection made him stop abruptly on the sidewalk. She wore large headphones that were cocked forward on her head. Her eyes were closed and her head moved from side to side as if caught in an otherworldly trance. Her hands tapped out a sporadic beat against her sides.
Her lips began to move slowly at first then increased in speed. He watched her with a growing anticipation that left him glued in place. Suddenly, her mouth opened wide and she vehemently sang out lyrics to a song he never heard before, but wished he had.
From Guest Contributor Zane Castillo
Aug
Gift
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Matthew has a friend who works at NASA. His friend Kent is on the team that is launching a manned mission to Mars next week.
On the day of the launch with the help of Kent he is able to sneak his girlfriend Kim aboard the ship.
A few hours after the launch, Kim wakes up. She is wearing a spacesuit with a note posted on her chest.
She reads the note. “I know you really want to go to Mars. Love, Matthew.”
Kim screams, “You idiot, I said I want to go to the bars, get your hearing checked!”
From Guest Contributor Denny E. Marshall
Aug
Clothesline
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Something landed in our yard,” I announced.
Harold unlocked the backdoor, glanced around.
“Softball,” he hollered. “Next door thugs peering over our fence.
Undies on their clothesline again.”
“I’m cooking. How about returning the ball?”
“Nope. They know where it is,” Harold grumbled holding a newspaper.
When the doorbell rang, he answered. Two boys asked permission to
retrieve their ball.
“Nice kids. Better than the previous neighbors. Remember, they hung
sheets on that silly clothesline to avoid talking with us.”
I looked out the kitchen window.
Our neighbor had taken down the underwear. Sheets strung the length of
the clothesline.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction.
Aug
Future Perfect
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It had taken some time to bring the fixer-upper to a standard he could happily call home.
He was in the company of all who cursed the pope amid the loyalist festivities.
He dusted and buffed his bowler unto that classy matt gleam. His sash shone with the pride of centuries.
“Why not be ‘triumphalist’?”
There was no response. None needed.
He wore long johns and fleece under the treasured regalia.
“A dry day,” he affirmed.
He practiced a few tunes on his fife and strode purposefully from his front door.
Alone he trod the permafrost-patterned ground of Devon Island.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Aug
He Will Think I Don’t Love Him Anymore
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Seven-year-old Ava Mendez fidgets with Mimi’s cellphone in her lap.
Abruptly it rings. She smacks the green button. A recording informs her it’s a free call from her daddy, being recorded.
Press one to accept. Hastily she slams her little finger onto the keypad.
Horror grips her sullen face as tears flow uncontrollably, realizing she pressed the number two in haste.
Nothing but dial tone. She wails for her Mimi. “I have to talk to my daddy,” she cries.
Daddy, in a holding cell waiting for deportation, has not forgotten nor heard her angelic voice in three days and nights.
From Guest Contributor Yknow
Aug
A Loving Wife
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Debra sat beside her husband’s hospital bed, the click of the monitor a regular tune in her head. Barry laid there, his breathing calm and steady. Seeing him hooked up to tubes and unconscious was an unbearable sight. Still, she read to him daily and hoped he heard, but his eyes never opened. It had been one year since his car accident. Trauma to the brain was what the doctor called it.
“I love you, Barry, but it’s time to let you go,” she gently kissed his lips.
As the doctor unplugged the monitor, Debra watched Barry’s chest stop moving.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Aug
The Bottle Spins
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Screw you!” I scream through bloody cracked lips.
He turns his head and looks at me curled up on the cold granite floor. He smiles. Ash from his cigarette drops onto his cheap suit. He carefully brushes it off, not once taking his eyes off me.
On the floor by his feet is an empty wine bottle lying on its side. Slowly, he bends down and spins it once more.
We all watch its slow revolution, desperately praying it won’t point in our direction.
God is not with me today. My silent prayer goes unanswered.
It was my turn again.
From Guest Contributor Mike Jackson
Mike lives in the UK and enjoys writing short tales, especially Drabbles. Many of his offerings can be found on his blog ‘Stories In Your Pocket.’
Aug
The Confrontation
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Two street-wise punks entered the fast food restaurant looking for trouble. With food loaded on trays, they turned to the seating area. One of the two nudged the other and nodded toward a table for six with an elderly lady alone. SLAM! She jumped when they slammed their trays onto the table. A sneer toward the young men said it all.
“Bobby, do you know who your father is?”
“Nope. You?”
“Me neither.”
Smiling, they were sure they had her goat.
Finally, the elderly lady spoke to the two young men. “Would one of you bastards please pass the napkins?”
From Guest Contributor NT Franklin