Posts Tagged ‘Guest Contributor’
Nov
Youth
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It started out from minimalism – a certain connection yet to be plowed. Hands touching, eyes linking, and smiles fleeting. A natural happenstance around the daily living.
“I want to explore this with you.”
Willpower surged around my lungs – please, do the same.
“Yet we are so young, remember? We must be fools!” Apprehensions coiled your tone, but I understood. I feared it too.
“I think we should brave this feeling.”
“What if it fails? We don’t know what we are doing. What if it’s all a waste?”
“Are you willing to gamble?”
A beat of silence.
You gripped my hand.
From Guest Contributor Matthew Burgos
Nov
The First Alien Invasion
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The First Alien Invasion, also known as The Real War of The Worlds (2029 – 2040) was a conflict of extrasolar[citation needed] aliens with Earth governments and international organizations – US, China, Russia, and NATO[1][2]. The immediate cause was an invasion of aliens to Mars. The aliens built a few structures on the surface and remained silent during attempts to communicate via Mars rovers’ signals, satellites, radio, and laser transmissions. The US and China’s ballistic missiles sent to Mars were destroyed on approach [8]:415. The subsequent attack by the United Earth fleet found Mars abandoned, structures spelling “Welcome to Mars.”
From Guest Contributor Vicki Doronina
Oct
We Accommodate Everybody
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Humanoid preparation team to the front counter.”
Shaun, Michelle, and Joan crossed the lobby in seconds. Standing by the “We Accommodate Everybody” sign were a family of black eyed hairless grey humanoids.
“What can we do for you?”
“We can use beds at a pinch, but we always sleep better in a web” said the largest humanoid.
Galactic Hub Hotels are proud of their service. Joan holstered a plastisilk gun and led the family away. Nobody spins more comfortable webs than Joan.
“Humanoid preparation team to the front counter.”
Uh-oh, aquatisuits. This is going to be more of a challenge.
From Guest Contributor Ross Clement
Oct
The Incubus
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When misery left, I missed it dearly. Numbness arrived in its place–an evil lurking miles below sorrow.
Then the Incubus came. His fingers soothed me, dancing like spiders across my back, before plucking me from my flesh.
Exquisite melodies escaped his mouth instead of language. I understood every word.
He held me on his fist, soaring me to gloomy, lilac clouds. My body quaked, and it began to rain.
My thoughts fluttered like butterflies. He captured them; sang my own song back to me.
Sadly, he was just a dream; but the Incubus cured me, bringing back my misery.
From Guest Contributor L. Michelle Corp
Oct
Running In The Rain
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The skies open up and unleash a deluge, but this does not deter him. If anything, it only pushes him harder, as he longs to move with superhuman speed and avoid every single drop of rain entirely. His body falters, his breath heavy. He thinks of himself as a cross between Steve Prefontaine and yet another umbrella-less John Cusack character. Is he running from or chasing something? Does it matter? Either way, in the end, he still has to go home and face his broken heart alone. And that is something he isn’t ready to do, so he keeps moving.
From Guest Contributor Dan Slaten
Oct
Forgetfulness
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Scratching his head, the man struggled to remember where he’d seen her. He felt that he should know her! The look of concern on her face disturbed him, often others came with her, although they seemed distant. He liked the company even though he did not recognize them. Sometimes they would raise a fuss over him. The little ones pleased him most, climbing up on him, laughing, full of life. He always had a good sense of humor, but never telling the same joke twice, or always meeting new people. That’s about as far as his humor went concerning dementia!
From Guest Contributor Derrick Fernie
Oct
The Flower
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
From the observation tower Alice could finally see the true scale of The Flower of Vermaltarok III. A reptiloid rudely pushed in front of her to set up some trinoculars.
The local guide wiped sweat from her brow. “Attention! Should the alarm sound, immediately use the lift down to the bunker and remain there until the all-clear is given.”
Alice found another viewing spot, mesmerized by the colors, … the SIZE.
Lights flashed, and the doors to the lift opened. But the siren was drowned out by the thunderous buzzing that echoed across the valley and shook the floor and walls.
From Guest Contributor Ross Clement
Oct
Granny
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He didn’t want anyone to take this wrong but granny was a bit of a pain! She just sat in that rocker like a dried up old prune. She just sat there not moving or saying anything. But those pension checks kept rolling in, and he kept cashing them. He had power of attorney for her. He hated her place. The air was dry and smelled stale but he went there every week, making sure no one disturbed her. He couldn’t have that of course. If they found out she died three years ago, there’d be holy hell to pay!
From Guest Contributor Derrick Fernie
Oct
Ashley Who?
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My buddy George is sitting at the bar by himself, twiddling his wedding band. Often tempted to “kick over the traces,” he never succumbed to temptation.
“How long have you been married, George?”
“Long time. Dunno.”
“When crooks hacked the infamous adultery website, was your name on the list?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep.”
“Well you must be the only male over 35 years of age in this town whose name isn’t on the list. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“I know.”
“I can tell you what the problem is George. You’ve been married too long.”
“Yeah. Too long.”
From Guest Contributor Barry O’Farrell
Barry is an actor who sometimes writes, living in Brisbane, Australia. Barry’s stories can also be found at 101 Words, Cyclamens & Swords, 50 Word Stories and of course here at A Story In 100 Words.
Oct
I Had A Dream
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
That horrible dream kept coming back: there I was, a birthday girl at the local gas station purchasing the winning lottery ticket for the Mega Million jackpot.
As a devout Christian, I condemn gambling and other greedy activities. However, this dreadful nightmare made me feel shamefully happy and put my virtues in danger.
So, on my birthday, I resolved to resist Evil and locked myself home. The dream did not return.
The same night, some sleazy socialite from Miami stole the lucky numbers from my dream and won the Mega Million jackpot.
Some people have no decency, no decency at all.
From Guest Contributor Olga Klezovitch
Olga is a scientist who lives in Seattle. Her previous work has appeared in 50-Word Stories, A Story in 100 Words and Necon E-Books. Her “When It Dribbles, It Drabbles” Kindle book can be found at Amazon.com.