Posts Tagged ‘Guest Contributor’
Nov
Berries
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
We hit a fork in the road after about ten miles. She looked at me with a half-crescent smile but I pretended I didn’t notice. I just kept lookin’ forward, as if I knew somethin’ important was coming my way. But it wasn’t; I knew that. I knew we’d probably make a wrong turn and be walkin’ here for ten more miles. She ate the raspberries and licked her fingers and giggled. We’d been walking all day and all she could think about were her damn berries. Her hair smelled nice. Your hair smells nice, I told her. She knew.
From Guest Contributor Cara E. Schulte
Aug
I Hear Voices
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Roses or Lilies?”
“Lilies, the orange ones, please.”
The wedding was all they talked about. It was a hurried event and they were planning a small affair but it seemed to be driving them crazy. His parents had refused to be a part of it.
Money was tight and they knew it would get tighter still. If it wasn’t the wedding they were talking about, it was the move to the suburbs.
But they’d made the decision to accept him.
Eight months and a few days and he would be able to put faces to the voices he’d been hearing.
From Guest Contributor Shruti Verma
Aug
A Loving Husband And Father
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He used to be a loving husband and father, a fact so known it was written on his tombstone. His wife knew every night as he was loving her. Once, he loved her so hard she hurt and asked him to love a little less.
He had more to give so he loved Stephanie when her husband’s love had dried up.
He stopped when he disciplined his daughter, who had been such a soft-skinned baby and now was a naughty teenager. That night he spanked her, then loved her along and inside her skin.
Stephanie stopped his loving heart forever.
From Guest Contributor Emily Aledort
Jul
Starburst
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I remember being hurriedly pushed toward the flying ship by panicked voices howling peril. They spoke of a great heat inside me.
What was happening—?
Somehow, it was too late.
Now, all around me is twisted metal, smoking wreckage. My body throbs. Soot covers my hands and feet. Away from me, the skyscrapers appear spotted and streaked, but near there is only ruination. Debris like leaves. Great buildings that stood here only moments ago are gone. Here I am in the midst of it all.
I’m alone and lost and scared.
And, all the blast lines point to me.
From Guest Contributor Matthew Wells
Dec
Hopity Hop Carl
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Hop. Hop. Hop. He was always hopping. Carl’s favorite thing to do was Hop. Sometimes he liked to swim. Or get food. But he was tired of living his life without meaning. He wanted to get a job.
Carl wrote up his resume, thinking of things that would get him employed. He wrote about how he was good at hopping.
The bosses of The Jump Company read his resume and decided he would be a good fit for their job opening. So they called him in for an interview for Monday.
Little did they know, Carl was really a frog.
Guest Contributor Zoey Zozo
Dec
Nine Days
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Later, he explained the solitude was good for him.
He was content and productive, his mind open, ideas flowing. “I am focused and connected to my surroundings”, he thought. He last left his home 9 days ago.
A bead of sweat falls to the table from his ice water. On the wall, the clock approaches 9:00pm, eighteen seconds away. He knows this without looking, he senses it.
He grappled with what to do next, but everything made sense. The police scanners were quiet, news was normal. He was safe. Tonight, nine days later, he could kill again. The cycle continues.
From guest contributor, Kevin Reitz