Posts Tagged ‘Guest Contributor’
Feb
Ghosts
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
In front of the circus truck came a moving van and two old clunkers. People were finally moving into the house at the end of the cul-de-sac, which we’d all suspected was haunted. The circus truck double parked beside the moving van and out poured our old friends, the bearded lady and fortune teller, clutching his crystal ball, two sweet loveable clowns who rolled out smiling, somersaulting around the cul-de-sac. Soon our kids were busy taming the lions while the elephants practiced their counting and we gossiped about the new neighbors until one of them floated by and said hello.
From Guest Contributor Linda Lowe
Feb
Storm
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The snow and wind pelted my face. The inclemency hadn’t started until I was half-way to the subway station, and people slipped across the pavement rushing to get home. Vehicles honked at pedestrians cutting in and out of lanes, so I had to be careful. I tried not to think about the numbing in my fingers after forgetting my gloves at home.
After a half hour walk which should’ve taken ten minutes, I was in the station.
When the train arrived and I boarded, I knew it would be a matter of time before I’d be snug by the fireplace.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
’13-Shot’ Frank
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The Old West had its deadly gunslingers like ‘Wild Bill’ Hickok, Wyatt Earp, and Doc Holliday. Then, there were poorer slingers like ’13-Shot’ Frank. Yes, Frank had lost 13 consecutive fights and had the bullets in him to prove it. Still, he limped on to his 31st birthday.
Doc Jenkins had pulled him through each time, unable to extract a single slug. He was called by Frank’s landlord to the bedside.
“Can you keep him alive for a couple more rent payments?”
Was this the end? Doc Jenkins could handle wounds and fractures. But chronic lead poisoning was another matter.
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
Feb
Interview
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I stepped out of the car, I took a deep breath and cleared my mind.
I hadn’t been interviewed in years and now older, I didn’t know what my chances were of getting hired. My friend recommended me to the department head, and I hoped that would get my foot in the door.
I had my briefcase in hand with an excellent portfolio and references. What more would they want?
I opened the door and entered the office only to be told by the receptionist that the manager had an emergency and I’d have to come back another day.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
Beneath The Snow
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Winter arrived early. Sheep were herded off the pasture. Leaves gathered by Pa stood statuesque in domed heaps.
Grandpa didn’t look at them; reminded him of Quonset huts, the friends he lost in war. Our border collies stared and growled, sensing something amiss. I discovered why.
Furry heads with pink pointed snouts erupted like volcanoes from new, smaller mounds across the hushed terrain, spewing dirt from within.
Pa noticed? Doubt it. Rosie pulled him into town often.
With spring in a few months, planting season will bring him back to the fields.
He’ll learn all there’s to know about moles.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Feb
So This Is Hell?
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Revelation 20 states that earth and heaven are burnt up. And? That the evil one is sent to earth to the lake of fire. Making earth in fact hell.
To be living in hell for so long of a time begs the question what did I do? I must have been evil.
I doubt it. I do not like that which is and I do not like what I have seen in history. Is any of it real?
Meaning? Fake history is all over reality these days.
Meaning? Everything seems a bit off kilter or not going according to plan.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Feb
Crazy Beat
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The music thrummed and the people spasmed to the beat. They called it dancing. Martinez, observing from the shadows, thought it looked more like a crazed ritual or a medical disorder.
“Should we put a stop to it?”
Her partner shrugged his shoulders.
“Hard to believe this used to be popular.”
“The dancing or the music?”
Martinez thought for a moment. “Both. Thank God it’s been banned.”
Her bosses at the enforcement authority feared the dancing would spread beyond the nursing home, but Martinez was certain no sane individual in the year 2045 would find pleasure in such deviant behavior.
Jan
On A Bus
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
78-year-old Frieda tried to maintain balance while holding her bags. No one offered to exchange places, never mind looked up from a cell phone.
“People used to give an old person a seat,” said Frieda out loud.
A seat? The young driver had seen nothing like that in his experience. “Sit here for a minute,” he offered.
* * * * *
A few blocks after Frieda had driven erratically, a policeman signaled the bus over.
“Enough,” he demanded, tired of her playing on the sympathy of young drivers to gratify her bus-driving-desires. Enough with the previous warnings. He never trusted little old ladies anyway.
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
Jan
Your Cold Heart
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The damn dog wouldn’t stop digging.
Bitches can’t be with you if you don’t scream.
I paid the bills. The rent, the cellphone, the electric.
Why weren’t you on my side?
“Come with me!” I yelled.
You said, “You mean it?”
The dog stared at me, wanting an answer too.
I picked up a rock.
I usually miss, but it struck you right between the eyes.
I kept digging in the almost frozen ground.
I’m so sorry!
I guess the dog missed you as much as I did ’cause—
The dog kept digging.
I hit her right between the eyes.
From Guest Contributor E. Barnes
E has works in The Purple Pen, The Haven, Spillwords, Centina Pentina, Entropy, NanoNightmares and a collection of the works, Flash Crazy, was published in 2021 and is available on Amazon.
Jan
Lost
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Which way do I go? Delirious, I have no idea. Lost, walking in the desert, hot, tired, and thirsty, my lips dry and cracked, I crumble to the ground from exhaustion.
I don’t remember how I wound up in this hell, but I know I will die here. I stare at the empty sky; the sun torching my body and pray for a quick death.
“Doctor, he’s opening his eyes.”
“Jared, can you hear me?”
Everything is blurry for a moment and then focuses. Standing before me is a doctor and nurse, the nurse gently holding my hand.
I’m home.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher