Posts Tagged ‘Guest Contributor’
Aug
Nameless Here Forever
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Something in the manner the June sun slants through my bedroom window sears my heart.
It burns through, red-hot, singeing its muscles and sinews but not its memories.
For it was on a blistering day like this that terror, treachery, vengeance and death engulfed.
A whirling hate storm, sowed by unknown faces in unknown places, which ravaged my known.
We could neither resist nor understand these demons who killed without remorse.
Who left us with our dead, the dregs of our lives and nameless here forever.
My homecoming, ten years hence, brings deep summer sadness, which will remain within forever.
From Guest Contributor Chitra Gopalakrishnan
Jul
Independence Day
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It’s “Independence Day,” and I’m excited to see the fireworks show at the beach with my kids. I’ve packed a small picnic of chicken sandwiches and soda, nothing fancy and we’ll sit on the sand watching the sky light up. I want to make this day special for Charlie and Kenny since the divorce has been tough on them.
My youngest, Kenny, takes my hand and gives me a warm smile while Charlie is sitting cross legged waiting.
The sky bursts into red, green, blue and white and the look of joy on my boys’ faces is all I need.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Sunday Dinner At My House
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I carry the steaming pot of paprikash to the table. It’s spicy and garlicky, and my mouth waters in anticipation.
“That looks amazing,” my sister says.
“You printed this?” My mother’s nose wrinkles, and she leans back in her chair.
“Of course,” I say as my sister shifts a bowl of buttered noodles. I set the pot down.
“You kids have it so easy. In my day, we had to chop our own vegetables and simmer the chicken for hours.”
My sister and I grin at each other, but my mother doesn’t notice. She’s already spooning food onto her plate.
From Guest Contributor Julia Rajagopalan
Jul
Where’s Frank?
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It was 2:30. AL’S BAR opened at 3:00. Al, sitting by the counter, squinted at the door.
“Is that you, Edna? We’re closed.”
The place was poorly lit.
“I know. I just wondered if Frank was here last night. He found some money I hid. I figured he must have gone out drinking.”
“Maybe he went to the track?”
“Nah, not enough money.”
“I didn’t see him. Did you try THE TOP HAT or LEO’S LOUNGE?”
“No.”
“How about TED’S PLACE.”
“No way, Al. It wasn’t much money, and you know Frank. He only goes to crummy places like this…”
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
Jul
Confidentiality
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Busy medical clinic. Patient-chart filing cabinet stuffed. More charts waiting to be shelved, by me. Where to?
It’s the Computer Age. The weight of paper is seriously impacting office health.
I walk by my desk, accidentally knocking down the records I’m to file.
Uncle Frederic is a patient here. He hasn’t told me why.
Footsteps?
Have to gather the wayward folders and pile them neatly onto the desk. The night patrol nods, passing by my opened doorway.
Tomorrow’s a new workday. Perhaps I can linger again after office hours and find out why uncle visits this clinic once a week.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Jul
Bird With A Broken Wing
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
One day a bird with a broken wing showed up on the back porch of the old man’s house. He tried nursing the bird back to health. He bought birdseed and he put out water. He took the bird to the vet, and the vet told him there really wasn’t anything they could do for the bird; the wing would never heal enough for the bird to fly again. The man took the bird back home, but the vet was right. One day the man looked out at the porch and saw a single feather, but the bird was gone.
From Guest Contributor Dan Slaten
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