Posts Tagged ‘Guest Contributor’
Nov
Two Of The Estimated
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
There are an estimated 380 trillion viruses in the human body. The entire population is known as the virome. Ed and Frank were two of the viruses in Mel Fromberg. As it happened, they talked to one another…
“Let me ask you, Ed. Did you ever want to be something else?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, how about a bacterium?”
“I can’t stand those things, Frank.”
“Or how about a cell?”
“What?”
“You know. How about a cell in a human being like Mel here?”
“What?”
“Maybe a lung cell? Or nose cell?”
“Mel? His nose? Are you kidding me?”
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
Nov
Perfect Spring Day
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Rob stares out the window at two young girls playing jump rope while their mother and grandmother cheer. The girls are chortling and clapping without a care.
The birds swoop overhead, and leaves blow in the light breeze. It’s the perfect spring day.
It becomes too hot by the window, so Rob backs away.
“Hello son. Let’s go outside. The doctor says the fresh air will do you good.”
Rob nods and wheels his chair toward the door. His dad pushes him the rest of the way.
The girls will be jumping rope, while he looks on from his wheelchair.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Nov
Justice Delivered
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It left a strange taste in her mouth, just as Robert said her first would. But it was successful and could launch her career. A perfect heart shot at 300 yards. There are those that will want to know who made the shot. She left traceable evidence of her sniper nest, so the exact shot distance would be known.
Maybe it should have bothered her, but it didn’t. What’s one less human trafficker in the world? She’d happily trade his life for one less girl trafficked. At least one mother got the justice she wanted and will sleep well tonight.
From Guest Contributor NT Franklin
NT Franklin has been published in Page and Spine, Fiction on the Web, 101 Words, Friday Flash Fiction, CafeLit, Madswirl, Postcard Shorts, 404 Words, Scarlet Leaf Review, Freedom Fiction, Burrst, Entropy, Alsina Publishing, Fifty-word stories, Dime Show Review, among others.
Nov
The Whimsical Sun
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It always rained where I lived, and the sun never showed its face. January to December: an encore of relentless grey days.
Sometimes during the summer break, when the gray became unbearable, my mother allowed me a night’s stay at my best friend’s house next door.
There at her place, we would play late into the night and there was always an abundance of hot chocolate and stories to go around. Late mornings, while we were still in bed, her father used to roll up the clacking blinds, and tiny motes of dust danced in the sun, just like magic.
From Guest Contributor E. Rhyme
Nov
Escape
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jake and Emily look at each other dreadfully as they realize their apartment is on fire. Jake yells to Emily, “Grab Sarah out of her bed and I’ll get May out of her bedroom!” The fire is spreading quickly around the house so they have to think of a plan to get out. They end up thinking of a plan to get out. They use a crowbar to break the window. It shatters in the dead of night as pieces of glass go all over. Eventually, they reach a beach in Tampa Bay, Florida. Everyone is alive, safe, and happy.
From Guest Contributor Mikayla Wikoff
Nov
Memories
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My grandmother tells me not to forget where she is. But she’s forgotten who I am. Would it matter if I was back soon like I told her I would be? Am I even a part of her fragmented memory? She lit up when she saw me (but she could have just craved company). The nurses have to be her companions now. The granddaughter role in her life doesn’t exist anymore. Are you a granddaughter still when your grandmother doesn’t know your name? Face? My grandmother lives in the past now but not the past I am a part of.
From Guest Contributor Olivia Bond
Nov
Undercover
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The clatter of typewriters, especially Maryanne’s, echoes in the room. She’s pounding heavily on the keys to reach the deadline. It’s imperative she gets done before the other women if she’s to prove herself capable. She reaches the end and pulls out the paper. With quick steps, her heels clanking on the floor, she heads to her boss’s office.
“Well done, Maryanne. You’ve proven yourself. You’ll be going to France as an undercover secretary. Are you up for it? I can’t help you if you’re caught.”
Maryanne nods and waits for instructions.
She has no idea the danger she’s in.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Nov
Big Money
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Howard entered the school’s front office Monday morning following his Saturday wedding. The head secretary smiled at him and cooed coquettishly, “Ooh, Mr. Morgan, how’s married life?” The other secretaries smirked, eager to hear his reply.
The question amused Howard. He didn’t know what to say so he pumped his fist in the air three times and said, “It’s fantastic. I’ve doubled my income. Life is good!”
“Oh! Oh!” the head secretary shrieked, hands flying to her throat. “You’re just the most horrible man.”
Grinning madly, Howard walked out of the office thinking, What a great start to the day.
From Guest Contributor Robert P. Bishop
Nov
Platero And I: Miss Dolores
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Look at Don Fernando, Platero. He is wearing his best suit.
He bought it thirty-seven years ago, when he was first invited to read to the fifth grade Miss Dolores has taught for so long. He had written two children’s short stories in his life. Miss Dolores loved both.
Today he will be reading for the last time. Miss Dolores is retiring and her successor doesn’t believe in reading by ‘a failed writer.’
“What are you going to do now?” I asked.
“Write new stories,” he replied adamantly.
Maybe he’ll write short stories about a sweet donkey like you, Platero.
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
Hervé (°1968 – Ronse, Belgium) started writing short stories whilst recovering from a sports injury and he hasn’t stopped since. Generally he writes them hatless and barefooted.
Nov
Pizza
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Bill picked mushroom slices off the boxed pizza, grimacing, stacking them.
Sadie watched. “What’s wrong, Honeybun?”
“Mushrooms. They don’t belong on pizza. My ex-wife knew that. They’re like human ears.” Bill shuddered.
“Sorry!” Sadie sniffled, blue eyes pooling on her freckled face.
“Don’t be a baby.”
She was 20. Their infant son lay in the bedroom, drooling on Bill’s pillow, fitful with eczema. His ex Patsy, thinner now, lived in her own divorce trailer, screwing her burly handyman. Grown kids, not speaking to Bill. Everyone, broken. Bill sighed at the pile of ears. “Growing you up, it takes time, Sadie.”
From Guest Contributor Nicole Brogdon
Nicole is a trauma therapist in Austin TX, interested in strugglers and stories everywhere. Her flash fiction appears in Flash Frontier, Bending Genres, 101Words, Bright Flash, Dribble Drabble Review, Centifictionist, and elsewhere.