Posts Tagged ‘Guest Contributor’
Jun
Zombies
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The question. Do nanobots work? Does the Graphene oxide poisoning cause Biden’s dementia statement that US will be facing in 15 years? Remember his rambling in 2021. Seeing a future when everyone has Dementia or Alzheimer’s?
The truth?
The Graphene in the vaccine made those not reading the contract property of some DARPA weapon system.
In the end it makes people nuts in time.
Zombies?
I remember on Sagittarius thermonuclear war. in Zachariah. The Blood shall rise to a horse’s bridle.
I now live on Orion and Zechariah if you read seems to indicate zombies or werewolves. Just not sure which.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Jun
Thunderstorm
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I listen to the forecast, the weather calls for abundant sunshine and the day is anything but.
The sky is ominous and roars with thunder and lightning illuminating the yard. The fence is swaying, and I cringe.
My shih-tzu Benny is plopped under the kitchen table whining. I bend and pet his head. “Sorry, buddy. It’s a thunderstorm. Hopefully it’ll end soon.”
My coffee is cold, so I dump it into the sink and make another cup. While it’s percolating Benny comes out, barks, and wags his tail.
The sun has broken through the clouds.
Chemotherapy awaits after all.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
Morning Constitutionals
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Fred was a big man who walked a little dog. Pepe, the Chihuahua, nearly jerked Fred’s arm from its shoulder socket as he dashed ahead of his owner on the leash.
Mel Friedman walked Franz, his Great Dane. Clearly outweighed by the larger animal, Mel had to jerk Franz around the neighborhood, at the risk of dislocating his own shoulder.
Whenever the dog owners met on the sidewalk, Fred and Mel were upset, if not very sore. These morning constitutionals were murder on their bodies, if not mental states. Pepe and Franz, on the other hand, nodded to one another.
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
May
A Closed Time Curved Loop Time Traveler
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
As a closed time curved loop time traveler watched in horror at the death of mankind. He wondered. Was it always thus? A learning simulator bent on self-destruction? From one reality bounce to another, pray for peace. In the end, God wins all games. Why? In a Dyson Sphere or Solomon’s statement, there is nothing new under the sun. And that which the author of life has given, so he shall take. Multiple dimensions exist. And every twist and turn of the story of life is taken. What about the dreamers? Even their dreams come true somewhere within a simulator.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
May
Curious Cath
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She needed to know so badly, but was afraid to ask. Imagine he didn’t know either or – worse – had forgotten.
No, she wouldn’t bother the renowned academic (and her life partner) with it. It would only distract him from his life’s work: the analysis of 100-word stories.
For days on end he researched various pieces, decomposing the sentences and studying the words.
A few times he attempted himself, but he never got further than 96.
His admiration for the 100-word virtuosos was endless.
However, her curiosity got the upper hand.
“Honey, I’ve waited a long time to ask you, but…”
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.
May
Scarlett And Phineas: A Love Story
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Scarlett looks away. “I will pray for your soul, Phineas.”
Phineas smiles. “The trees pray for me every day when I walk past them. The vines, the grass, every creature around pray for our souls when we are dead.”
“I pray you will fall to the ground, decompose and be used as fertilizer, causing the land to flourish. And since you are an honorable and chivalrous man, you may even be the savior of the many creatures, some of which you love dearly.”
“Thank you, Scarlett. I can only pray for your death similarly. It’s the least I can do.”
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
May
Saturday Jog
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jogging through the park, I keep the pace feeling energetic and free. The breeze against my cheeks feels refreshing and the chirping birds fill the air with song.
It’s crowded for a Saturday morning and parents are up early with their children. I pass two women pushing their young children on the swings as the boys soar high and chortle. Other joggers pass and smile contently.
I finish my lap and take a seat on the bench gulping water.
After breakfast and a shower, I will go about my regular weekend visiting my dad in the nursing home memory unit.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
Camaraderie Uninterrupted
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I had a friend who rescued a dog. He told me it could speak. Russian. He knew that I was bilingual, so he asked me to do some translation.
I sat patiently, listening. Nothing. I’d almost given up waiting. Then I heard it. It was Russian, alright, with a Labradoodle accent.
Sadly though, it was total nonsense: “Spotted carats snipe phlegm kisses.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend about his furrier friend’s crazed utterance. Instead, I said I couldn’t translate for him because I thought it might be Hungarian.
Someone else would have to burst his bubble.
From Guest Contributor Ron. Lavalette
Ron.’s debut chapbook, Fallen Away (Finishing Line Press) is now available at all standard outlets. Many of his published works can be found at EGGS OVER TOKYO.
May
Ralph Does It Again
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
At Ralph’s door was a shrouded figure…
“Time to go, Ralph.”
“What?”
“I’m Death. And no one cheats me.”
“Come again?”
“Your time’s up. C’mon.”
“Wait a minute. I cheated my way through school.”
“So what of it?”
“Well, I cheated my way through work and two marriages.”
Ralph didn’t have time for this.
“That’s nothing,” said the shroud. “Now you’re dealing with me.”
“Okay, I cheated the IRS.”
“Lots of people do it”
“Really? I also cheated Mel Burstein at cards.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” said Ralph.
“Mel Burstein? No one cheats Mel and gets away with it.”
“Exactly…”
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
May
Songs Of Memory
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mother Spider began to sing, and a harmony of words awoke the web of memories. I searched for that moment of allure in those endless dark trees when she first spoke. There were so many expressions on my tongue, but I couldn’t remember them all.
“How do you know all that?”
She whispered, “How do I know anything?”
Her words became my words, rising and falling, flickering and weaving as she sang.
I learned everything from Mother Spider, as did all the other spiders who heard her voice long before the flood of darkness fell and created those endless woods.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster