Posts Tagged ‘Guest Contributor’
Jun
Turnaround Day
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Midway through the exam my lead broke. What to do?
The boy across the aisle noticed.
“I brought extras. Take one,” he coaxed, extending an arm towards me.
Why would he offer to help me? I, the lowest achiever of the class; the one all classmates avoided.
Reluctantly I accepted his pencil, resuming my guesses to multiple choice questions.
“Good luck,” the same boy whispered, bending towards me.
I watched him rush to the front of the room to be the first to hand in his exam. He, the smartest student of the class.
The one who gave me hope.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction regardless of the season or location she finds herself in.
Jun
Time Tells All
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The CIA flying the planes in 9/11 is awkward. To realize 6.5 trillion dollars spent to kill five hundred thousand terrorists at a cost of 8 million dollars per person is a lie? Making the question why pay for war when it’s all a lie? RMS Lusitania 1982 documents revealed it carried ammunition. Remember the Maine 1976 investigation cleared Spain with the boiler being determined the cause of the explosion. Two million Vietnamese people died because of the Gulf of Tonkin event which never occurred. To realize Iraq had no weapons of mass destruction. Syria did not gas people.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Jun
Until Death
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I rode my bicycle past the Nazis they laughed and threw rocks at me. They hated our kind, and it was time to leave. I had no family, and lived in a small apartment alone, so it wouldn’t take long to pack. I neatly folded my suits and placed them into the luggage. I took the money I saved, stuffed it inside my jacket pocket, took one last look around and walked out the door to the train station.
A few months later, the Jewish families were rounded up and taken to camps.
My heart would ache until death.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
Sentinels
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
With the heavens above, eyes perceive blackness below. The silhouettes of lonesome silos dotting a barren landscape gives way to perceptions of ancient obsidian obelisks, sentinels erected by the offspring of some long-forgotten civilization, sating deities of seasons past.
Against a moonless night, one can appreciate the unencumbered band of the Milky Way, glorious gold and white light from hundreds of thousands of stars, blues, oranges and reds, sparkling beacons of potentialities adorning the night sky.
I repose beneath a blanket of starlight, and the encircling melody of coywolves lulls me to sleep as I long for dreams of you.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Jun
The Sneeze
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Otto couldn’t stifle it. Did he want to sneeze all over Felice? No. But he did. And here he’d planned for a pleasant evening at the small BYOB Italian restaurant.
“God bless you, Otto,” offered Felice as she grabbed her napkin.
“WHAT’RE YOU TALKING ABOUT!” It was a deep voice from above. Loud enough to shake the table.
Again, Otto sneezed. His nose was running now, but things weren’t running well with Felice. And he’d brought a bottle of Pinot Grigio.
“God bless you, Otto,” said Felice again, politely.
“NO WAY I’M BLESSING OTTO!” boomed the terrifying voice. “NOT OTTO!”
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
Jun
Career Day
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Good work today, Boys,” Bud Peptide said to his sons, Spud and Pud. “We finished plowing the back 40. You fellas deserve a reward.”
Bud pulled some bills from his wallet and handed them to Spud.
“Head into town and buy yourselves your first drink at the Short Twig Saloon.”
The brothers rode into town, burst through the saloon door and bellied up to the bar.
“Two beers,” Spud said to the bartender.
The bartender looked the boys over.
“Can’t you read?” he said, pointing to the sign on the door. “NO MINORS!”
“We’re not miners,” Pud said. “We’re farmers!”
From Guest Contributor Lee Hammerschmidt
Lee is a Visual Artist/Writer/Troubadour. He is the author of the short story collections, A Hole Of My Own, It’s Noir O’clock Somewhere, For Richer or Noirer, Flash Wounds, and Pulp Stains. Check out his hit parade on YouTube!
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