Posts Tagged ‘Guest Contributor’
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
May
Splayed And Displayed
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I went to a market of oddities and curios. One hundred vendors and their jars of preservation liquids, mounted heads, spell jars, and crystal towers. Shoppers passed me with arms full of worn antlers and venomous plants. I weaved my way through the crowds until I stood in front of a glittering wall. Iridescent wings pinned in shadow boxes lined up like soldiers against black stock paper. I never knew something could be beautiful and sad at once. The stage lights did not do justice to the splayed things. Floating over flowers in the sun is a much better sight.
From Guest Contributor Madeline van Batum
Madeline lives in Colorado with her cat and hopes that one day she can go back to her home country of the Netherlands to finally meet the Flying Dutchman.
May
Elusive
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The change? It took me a bit. But today’s change was the slope of reality?
Meaning? I jump realities in the simulator. And? Well, I knew the path. I knew it was flat. And? Yesterday it was sloped. Sloped enough one could see the slope. Nothing outside of that changed. Just that which was flat and none uphill. Was now sloped enough that it took effort to go from point A to point B.
Making reality a question of the mind. For if it was always sloped here. As indicated by a conversation I was having with the individual? Simulator.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
May
Victory
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The air is ominous, and lightning brightens the sky. I hold onto the mountain with both hands. I’m an avid climber, but the weather forecast is wrong. The sky is not abundant sunshine.
With each step I take, I use all my energy to endure and sustain my worries. All I need to do is take a deep breath.
The rain is heavy, and I feel the weight of it baring down. Just a few more steps. I can do this.
I reach the peak and use all my strength to pull myself up.
I wave my hands in victory.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
A Close Call
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She traveled on a budget during her graduation trip. After getting off the train, she headed to a village near a scenic spot. It was dark when she arrived. She hoped to stay overnight with a peasant family.
A 58-year-old man passed and spotted her crouching alone on the road. He offered to let her stay over. He was too poor to afford a wife and believed it was his chance. He made her tea and put knockout drops in it.
As she was about to drink it, two travelers knocked at the door and asked for a night’s lodging.
From Guest Contributor Huina Zheng
Huina either coaches her students to write at work or write stories for fun after work.