Posts Tagged ‘Guest Contributor’
Dec
See You Soons
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Autumn was the only time we could be together, but that doesn’t mean it was the only time we were together. Catching quick glimpses, stealing kisses behind closed doors and see you soons were all we knew. But I was okay with that, because it was all I knew. All I knew were rainy October days, curled up for a few hours in his arms. He whispered half promises of forever onto my forehead, but we knew that it wasn’t the truth. It was just a better version of our reality; the one where see you soons never became goodbyes.
From Guest Contributor Kelsey Swancott
Kelsey is a senior majoring in English with a minor in Visual Arts and Spanish while also being involved in the campus literary magazine Angles. She plans on furthering her education by getting her masters degree in English as well. Her work has been published in Entropy Squared, The Dribble Drabble Review’s Spring 2021 issue and Otoliths in February 2021.
Dec
Christmas Surprises
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Kristy lights the Christmas tree, the glass ornaments glistening in the room. The freshly lit candle gives a warm aroma and the fireplace crackles. They tried for two years to conceive and today she received the wonderful news from the doctor.
Dinner is in the oven, and Kristy is wearing her best red sleeveless dress for the occasion. She sits near the fireplace and listens to the flickering flames, the sound soothing her nervous excitement.
She hears the key in the door and runs to the kitchen.
Cuddled in her husband’s arms is a tiny sleeping puppy.
Another Christmas surprise.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Like The Wind
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The steppe beneath me speeds by as I become one with the wind. The monk on my back screams with joy. My hooves kick cotton clouds, and fresh air caresses my muzzle. I gallop toward a light in the distance. My tail flows freely. A small dot appears in the middle of the great plain and gradually becomes larger. A colorful, three-storied pagoda comes into view.
“See that, Rlung-rta? That’s our new home,” the monk says, his voice bouncing with excitement. He grabs my mane as we descend. “We’re reclaiming our faith,” he says with a smile, patting my neck.
From Guest Contributor Toshiya Kamei
Toshiya Kamei holds an MFA in Literary Translation from the University of Arkansas. His translations have appeared in venues such as Clarkesworld, The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, and Strange Horizons.
Dec
Under The Rainbow
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
For an instant, just before noticing the new bank of threatening clouds conspiring on the darkened horizon, it seemed like everyone knew how to think, knew what to think; everyone knew how to feel. No one could take their eyes off the rainbow until it faded—as all rainbows always do—and the first few burning drops of the new and far more furious downpour, promising only flood, destruction, and despair appeared.
By the time the storm reached its new-found fury, everyone had given up seeking shelter. No one had any recollection whatsoever of anything even vaguely resembling a rainbow
From Guest Contributor Ron. Lavalette
Ron. Lavalette’s many published works, including his debut chapbook, Fallen Away, can be found HERE.
Dec
Exquisite
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The naked model sits, head bent, arms and hands relaxing. Her beauty is undeniable with pure white skin and long toned legs.
The room is quiet. Everyone is concentrating on brushstrokes and creating a perfect painting, while my quick brush movements against the canvas are remarkable. The background is colorful and the lines of her body immaculate.
“Well done, Nicholas,” says the instructor and pats my shoulder.
Eyes are on me and coldness fills the room.
Ignoring the glares, I concentrate on the finishing touches.
Before me is an exquisite, brilliant image.
My love. The lady who stole my heart.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Wishing Well
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“If XXXX (she named the presidential candidate she preferred) gets elected, you can make a wish and I’ll make sure it comes true,” she said and gave him a smile that didn’t leave room for any interpretation.
She had been on his mind for quite some time now, so it was pretty obvious what he’d wish for.
But he didn’t.
Having felt something disturbing in his private parts, he desired something completely different.
Good news came a few days later: her candidate won and his result for testicular cancer came back negative.
Unfortunately, the brain tumor hadn’t been noticed yet.
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.
Dec
Diving
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I’m not an idiot; I know that we are young and there’s a chance he can shatter my heart, but the difference is that I don’t care. Falling for him isn’t a choice; I can’t stop it even if I try. It’s taking a leap of faith, hoping to swim instead of sinking. I dive in, head first, not caring if I drown. At least I’d drown knowing that I found the love I always wanted, one greater than any love story ever told. And so I dive, falling deeper in love with him, hoping he wouldn’t break my heart.
From Guest Contributor Kelsey Swancott
Kelsey is a senior majoring in English with a minor in Visual Arts and Spanish while also being involved in the campus literary magazine Angles. She plans on furthering her education by getting her masters degree in English as well.
Dec
Tire Chains
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“I’m packing tire chains in the boys’ luggage. Just wrap them around the tires,” the father of my two nephews advised.
“Sounds easy.” I reply. “We’ll have fun in the snow!”
Three days later, my nephews and I are standing by the snow-laden roadside with tire chains wrapped around the axle.
We look forlorn and lost. A park ranger passes by, a CHP passes by, and a dozen travelers glance at a young woman and two children in distress.
“Lady? Need some help?” says a tatooed Hell’s Angel over the roar of his Harley.
“Please! You are an angel. Thanks.”
From Guest Contributor Deborah Shrimplin
Dec
The Roundabout
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
We are on a holiday in Greece. Jim is at the wheel and I am navigating our return to Athens from Marathon. The roads are frantic and the drivers insane. We did not arrange for a GPS in the rental car, which was a mistake.
Suddenly we find ourselves at a roundabout. Jim asks tersely, “Which exit do I take?”
“Slow down so I can read the signs,” I bark back. “Is that upside-down Greek “y” an “L” in English?”
The meaning of the expression “It’s all Greek to me” makes sense now.
Six circumnavigations later, we’re on our way.
From Guest Contributor Janice Siderius
Dec
Assembly Required
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
His parents were poorly assembled themselves. Throw meth and booze into it, and no wonder he grew into a discombobulated mess.
Those who tried to help fled after one too many black eyes from his spazzed-out fists. Well-meaning therapists nodded blankly as he sobbed.
One part worked, though: his left pinkie.
Undoing himself was no walk in the park; piecing himself together was the challenge of a lifetime.
Through trial and error, he bravely persevered.
And one day, like a miracle, all his parts beautifully aligned—with only an occasional faint clicking sound to remind him how far he’d come.
From Guest Contributor Michelle Wilson
Michelle Wilson’s words have appeared in Entropy Squared, 50-Word Stories, 101 Words, Literally Stories, The Miami Herald, and elsewhere. She lives in Miami Beach, Florida. Sometimes, she can be found here.