Posts Tagged ‘Guest Contributor’
Mar
The Black Figures
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He rested on the soft surface, observing one among the many roses surrounding him, the white petals layering atop each other. Whimpering from piercing screams, trembling from blaring sirens, shutting his ears tightly with his hands couldn’t help. Two black figures stood over him. One leaned closer, tenderly stroking the boy’s forehead. ‘You love flowers, don’t you?’ it whispered. He smiled, and the other handed him a bouquet. ‘Let’s leave him some peace now, shall we? And I’m quite certain he does—loved them since birth.’ It nodded, and with a thud, blocking the perceivable, the velvet lid slid over him.
From Guest Contributor Lo Xing Le
Mar
Echoes And Reflections
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It follows me everywhere, the inaudible predator. Fixated upon a daily routine, mocking every subtle maneuver that I made. The thing glissades in a deriding dance upon my every step. A replicant of form cast under the luminosity of ever radiant sun.
Signified in our sinister, daily reflections. An entity of faux similarity and duplication. In such replication a truer self and profound verity obtained. Co-conspiring and willingness etched upon that imitation smile. The backdrop of the unstained silhouette and persona versus my tainted hand. A cheering entourage as the blade is always in my hand painted with crimson delight.
From Guest Contributor Brett Dyer
Mar
Cryoromance
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“I’m still burning for Aliona!” Evan cried. “Not for long,” said the Lords before they locked two lovers together inside the intergalactic cryo chamber.
Punishment for love between people, in the world overpopulated with hungry people, was inescapable. Stuck in the moment of desire and hunger they were banished far from Earth, only to wander through the darkness of time and space, without enough food, to the unknown destination.
Out there, Evan was just a piece of frozen meat. Aliona was like a mantis in human form.
The last we heard, Evan was eaten alive during his deep hibernation sleep.
From Guest Contributor Ivan Ristic
Ivan is a Serbian short story writer, poet and composer of ambient music.
Mar
Keep Movin’
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
—Get in the car, doll.
—Where we goin’, Roy?
—To get us some money.
—Gonna buy me something pretty?
—The world, babe.
—Slow down. You almost—
—Look in your purse.
—A gun.
—Know how to use it?
—Point and pull?
—That’s all.
—Who’m I gonna point it at?
—You’ll see.
—Why the mystery?
—There’s Buster, on that park bench.
—You gonna stop?
—He ain’t movin’.
—Looks like a bullet hole in his head.
—Change of plan, doll.
—Who killed him, Roy?
—Wasn’t me.
—Didn’t Buster teach you all you know?
—Main thing he said was, keep movin’.
—Slow down, Roy.
From Guest Contributor Joe Surkiewicz
Joe writes from northern Vermont.
Mar
Gravity
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
You are not bound by gravity, my son.
Midnight, finger tapping my shoulder.
Fortress under my blankets. Helpless tears slip down his cheeks.
“They hate me, Momma,” he whispers, voice cracking. What can I say to that?
You are not bound by gravity, my son.
“Why am I so weird?” His question is broken, tentative. Saying it aloud makes it more real than it was before.
“Some people are just born different, baby.”
“Are you different, Momma?” What an innocent question.
“Yes,” I say, voice sticking. So I repeat myself. “Yes, I am.”
But we are not bound by gravity.
From Guest Contributor Tirzah Blazis
Tirzah is a high school senior who takes dual enrollment classes at Pikes Peak Community College.
Mar
Call Of The Deep
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It was his first and last voyage to sea. An escape ship. His duty; to scrub the decks. He watched as jellyfish gathered around the keel, unnoticed by the experienced sailors. A simple extra hand. Days passed, or months.
Brine burned his lips, rum quelled his pains.
The jellyfish still gathered.
In the moonlight glow their beauty morphed into that of a woman, her tail flowing along the starboard side.
She called to him, and the dragon uncoiled. Drunk with thirst and madness he dove into her arms, and the dragon swallowed him whole. Only the birds’ song remembered him.
From Guest Contributor Valkyrie Kerry
Mar
You Took The Sunshine When You Left
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My world consisted of captivating sunshine, the kind that seeps into your skin and leaves your soul hopeful. Fresh mountain air, fresh rain on the pavement where my glory days still reign. The leaving hurt. The remnants of you mark my eyes with devastating longing. The sun went into hiding and the blue birds no longer flutter past my window. Leaving hurt. I no longer see the serenity of tomorrow in a golden haze, but dark. Destined for loneliness. The hope of loving you has become yet another long lost dream that the sandman refuses to leave at my door.
From Guest Contributor Courtney Alvarez
Courtney is a student at Pikes Peak Community College who loves writing, reading, and photography.
Mar
In The Shadow
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Nighttime, people strode past him in pursuit of merriment at the city’s main square.
In a high rise apartment across the street, flamenco pulsed from an open window. Singing and clapping erupted. Smells of warm foods being prepared at tapas bars flavored the humid, tepid air.
He pulled a quilt over his head when a nearby nightclub closed and rowdy customers zigzagged into the light of a new day.
There’d be coins dropping into the cup by him on a bankrupt store’s doorstep he called ‘home.’
Someone would throw him an empanada. He sometimes found one, after footsteps scurried away.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction regardless of the season, although she prefers spring.
Mar
Looking For Mr. Goodbar Version 2022
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mr. Goodbar was a respected man, but he was still single at fifty. The woman he picked wore no panties under her joggers. She said she liked having sex with two men. Mr. Goodbar was happy.
The woman got pregnant. He married her because he was a good man. She wanted him to change for their child. He did not. In work and now in marriage, he had to live a double life. Mr. Goodbar was exhausted and miserable.
The woman had deceived him. She was not like she had led him to believe when they had met.
She vanished.
From Guest Contributor Dominique Margolis
Mar
Soothing Sounds
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
As soon as I entered the apartment, I felt the heavy air of disappointment. Lauren hadn’t made the all-star team. She’d been practicing her foul shots and layups for months. She was curled into the recliner with a blanket tucked under her chin. I knew better than to speak to her.
On my way into the kitchen, it struck me that my father had discovered texting and Face Time on his cell phone. I shot him a text, turned the speaker on, and my father’s warmth came through my phone.
“Pop Pop” Lauren squealed, jumping and tossing the blanket aside.
From Guest Contributor Edith Gallagher Boyd