Posts Tagged ‘Guest Contributor’
Jul
First Year
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
As I stood on the beach, I folded the letter, placed it in the bottle and closed the cover. I promised him that every year on the anniversary of his death I would write a letter and throw it into the ocean from his favorite spot. This was the first year.
A tear slid down my cheek as I listened to the waves splashing.
When I threw the bottle into the sea, it made a splash and bounced with the waves.
I watched until the sun set over the water, and the bottle drifted out of sight, seagulls soaring above.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
Isolated
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
House manager Morgan came into my room. He sniffed the air and looked disapproving.
“Mrs Towne,” he began, “The Cobra Committee has issued an edict that there are to be no more visitors.”
I didn’t mind. Old age had already picked off my friends and family like a sniper.
“And you cannot go out,” he added. “You’ll just have to wait here until you die.”
He smiled to show it was a joke. Hilarious. I was truly isolated now. The other residents were deaf or dumb or their brain was out to lunch, or all three.
Then the telephone rang.
From Guest Contributor Derek McMillan
Derek is the writer of “Murder from Beyond the Grave” available on eBay.
Jun
A Far Worse Fate
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“I’m sorry, your majesty,” squeaked mouse, prostrate in the straw.
The great lion sighed.
“When I saved you, I laughed at your offer. Now I am caught in this cage I can laugh no more.”
“My brothers and sisters will set you free,” promised the tiny mouse.
“This cage is electrified,” explained the lion. “Chew these bars and you’ll die.”
“So you are fated then to be a head on a wall?” wailed the mouse in disbelief.
“No little one,” sighed the lion. “My fate’s far worse.”
The Circus Train gave a shrill whistle as it pulled into the station.
From Guest Contributor Tim Law
Jun
Truth
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The doors open and the bridal party makes their entrance, the music resonating throughout the church. The women shine in their baby blue gowns and the bride, Belle, arm in arm with her dad, shines. Her white gown with sequined embroidery catches the eyes of the onlookers, as her father smiles and leads his daughter to the groom. My stomach churns. I can’t let this wedding happen knowing the truth.
Once the priest gives his wedding sermon the vows begin. When he asks if anyone objects, I hastily stand.
The room, aghast over the disruption, waits for me to respond.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
Who Am I?
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When my parents told me the news that I was adopted, it didn’t shock me. I knew that I was different. I have black hair and deep brown eyes, and both my parents have hazel eyes and blond hair. I was told I took after my grandfather who died before my time. Conveniently, no one had pictures.
I decided to track my biological parents. Now we’re meeting for the first time at their home, and I have a lot of questions.
I stood outside pondering whether to go in since I may not like the answers.
I turned and left.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
Something To Eat
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“The city is breaking up the encampment, clearing us out,” Olivia said. “I’m leaving.”
“Where are you going?” asked Simone.
“Jail.”
“Jail? Why?”
“In jail I’ll eat every day, have a place to sleep, shower and go to the toilet.”
Simone shivered and pulled the blanket tight around her shoulders. “Jail is awful.”
“Being old and homeless is worse.”
“How will you get sent to jail?”
Olivia opened her coat, exposing the pistol tucked in her waistband. “I’m robbing the first bank I see.”
Simone watched Olivia walk away and tried to ignore the hunger growling deep in her belly.
From Guest Contributor Robert P. Bishop
Robert, a US Army veteran and former Biology teacher, lives in Tucson, Arizona. His short fiction has appeared in numerous online and print journals.
May
Top Ten Tips For Spies In The Dentist’s Office Waiting Room
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
1. Power down the flip phone (V2.0) hidden in your black loafers.
2. Set video camera sunglasses to record in 4K resolution.
3. Be suspicious of anyone sporting sunglasses in waiting room.
4. Scan wall posters for cryptic ciphers such as ‘Password=PW123.’
5. Take notes, e.g., ‘Subject has engaged eye contact.’
6. Respond with ‘thank you’ if anyone says ‘You’re acting all weird, man.’
7. Refuse offers of Xylitol-laced lollipops, esp. sour cherry flavoured.
8. Ask yourself, ‘Does my dentist have a Russian accent?’
9. Keep eyes open, mouth shut, antenna tuned.
10. Avoid divulging important state secrets while sedated.
From Guest Contributor Elizabeth Murphy
May
Wanderlust
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The pulse of the city is becoming my own. I woke up with a thrumming headache this morning. The night and the dawn are a patchwork in my aching head. When I walk down the street, steam ripples off the pavement, as intangible as my disintegrating memories. How is my stranger? I wonder. The one from last night’s club. Gone now. He’s returned back to his own life after our brief collision: my drunken frame hung off his neck. His glassy brown gaze still holds me. Power lines cross my heart. My eyes swim in the summer sweat and rain.
From Guest Contributor Siri Harrison
May
It Happens Like This
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
How many years since your hand found her knee? She will never leave you. Your voice is her background music, her dance. Smile at her from across the kitchen, her hands sorting knives and forks. Her smile is for you, but her thoughts are there, with him. That day. Cold wind pulled them close. Her hand on his neck, his hands in her hair. She knows by now she’d have tired of him as well. Forgotten how she spent afternoons in his freckled arms. She’d gaze across a room not seeing him, not feeling more than this slow, quiet day.
From Guest Contributor Beth Mead
May
Fool
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
People stared as my white wedding gown dragged along the pathway to the motel room, my head piece barely hanging on. I shut the door and removed the pins from my hair shaking the curls loose. That snake cheated on me with my best friend on our wedding day. I snuck to the house and packed a bag as soon as I saw them together. Now I’m in this dumpy motel, my wedding gown thrown on a chair that has cigarette burns, while staring blankly at the television.
I won’t be made a fool of.
They’ll find that out soon.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher