Posts Tagged ‘Guest Contributor’
Apr
It Would Be The End Of Prohibition For Harry
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
HISTORICAL FICTION SUBMISSION:
Harry didn’t know what the big deal was. Sure, alcohol was prohibited (it was called Prohibition after all) but it was readily available if you knew where to ask. Harry knew where to ask.
His favorite place to get a bottle was the jazz joint by the river, the one popular with the colored folk. As far as Harry was concerned, they had the best gin and the best music. There were plenty of white folks there too, but Harry did his best not to be seen.
If his Ma ever found out he was drinking on a school night…
From Guest Contributor Jesse Debbins
Apr
Sacrifice And Prayer
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
John jumped into the trench for cover, and a dead soldier stared blankly into nothingness. John silently prayed, took a deep breath, reloaded his rifled musket and repositioned. He abhorred shooting at his own people, but that was the only way. President Lincoln wanted slaves freed and John believed slavery was inhumane.
John pulled out a picture of his wife and stared at her radiant smile. He said another prayer, kissed his wife’s face, climbed up the trench and fired. Return shots echoed in his ears.
His wife’s photo remained clutched in his hand as he fell to the ground.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
Searching
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Robyn rolls down the car window and breaths in the fresh air. It is warm, but not enough to sit on the beach and take in the sun, or swim in the water.
Robyn notices a lone woman standing on the dock. Her back is turned, and head erect. The wind blows her black hair above the shoulders and seagulls soar in search of prey, while the waves ripple.
After Robyn finishes her coffee, she puts the car in gear and slowly backs up. She hears deafening screams and jams on the brake.
The woman on the dock is gone.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
Strange Sightings
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
HISTORICAL FICTION SUBMISSION:
Bill watched as fire tore the sky. Just as suddenly, the flame disappeared and a streak of dark smoke hit the ground. Whatever noise sounded at the impact was too distant for Bill to hear.
He hopped on his tractor and headed to the next field. He’d heard of airplanes in Albuquerque, but never actually seen one.
What Bill found at the crash site sent him running. As he drove to Roswell to inform the authorities, he was passed by a line of army trucks headed to his farm. By the time he returned home, the strange vehicle was gone.
From Guest Contributor Chris Thompson
Apr
The Universe’s Greatest Hero
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
As the handsome Captain Cahill hurtles through the cosmos at 186,000 miles per second, his mind wanders back to his finest victory. At the Battle of Vynsenulon VI, when he lured the Gigarachnids into a narrow crevasse and lit the charges above them, burying their army under five tons of granite. His actions that day earned him three medals, one for heroism, one for bravery, and one for valor. Captain Ronald Cahill, the universe’s greatest hero.
“I’m leaving you, Ronny.” He barely hears from virtual reality, “Call me if you ever grow the fuck up!” His wife slams the door.
From Guest Contributor Rob Howard
Apr
Wifely Advice
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
HISTORICAL FICTION ENTRY:
“Gaius, dear, you know you don’t have to go. You do look quite ill and the vote will wait till tomorrow.”
“Yes, but I am Consul and it is my responsibility,” he answered while slipping into his toga.
“But the augurs said that today is inauspicious. Why don’t you stay home?”
“I suppose I could. You are very convincing, my dear.”
A loud knock on the door interrupted their conversation. The door opened and Brutus said, “Hurry up, we’re late for the Senate.”
“I won’t be long, dear. We’ll dine together,” promised Caesar as he walked out into the atrium.
From Guest Contributor Janice Siderius
Apr
Abracadabra Universe
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I got to tell you, what a computer thinks a man looks like, adversarially evolved hallucinations, is the kind of shit that wears me out. But, apparently, it isn’t the kind of shit that wears most other people out. Their focus is just too taken up with acquiring the essentials – liquor, guns, toilet paper, travel bottles of hand sanitizer – for them to ever notice the heart lying in rags at their feet, or the African monkeys rafting across the Atlantic, or the shrill, jangly sound in the background that can be variously translated as “hello” or “goodbye” or even “peace.”
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie is the author most recently of Stick Figure Opera: 99 100-word Prose Poems from Cajun Mutt Press. He co-edits the online journals Unbroken and UnLost.
Apr
Courage
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
HISTORICAL FICTION ENTRY:
“Can I help you?”
“I…I just need a stamp, please.” he stammers, tapping his envelope on the counter. “Do…do you have anything interesting?”
“Not in singles.” She crinkles her nose, mirroring his disappointment. “A Purple Heart?”
“Perfect.”
His quarter and her first-class stamp exchange hands.
“Front box picks up at five. Still time to get that in today’s mail.”
At the door, he affixes the stamp and writes out the address. He retrieves the long-carried letter that starts ‘Dear…Mom?’ and tucks it inside. He seals it, takes a deeper breath, and passes the letter through the slot.
From Guest Contributor Scott Burnam
Apr
Quiet Streets
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My footsteps echo on the road pavement in the still, cool morning. It is eerie being out on the quiet streets. I walk before people are awake; the darkness is my ally, helping conceal me. I stop and hide when I hear voices from an approaching patrol. Flattened against the side of a garage, I hold my breath as they pass, innocently chattering. I venture into the street after I can no longer hear them. The punishment for violating the lockdown order is severe. Never would I have believed my country would use military patrols to enforce a lockdown policy.
From Guest Contributor NT Franklin
NT Franklin has been published in Page and Spine, Fiction on the Web, 101 Words, Friday Flash Fiction, CafeLit, Madswirl, Postcard Shorts, 404 Words, Scarlet Leaf Review, Freedom Fiction, Burrst, Entropy, Alsina Publishing, Fifty-word stories, Dime Show Review, among others.
Apr
The Witness
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
HISTORICAL FICTION ENTRY:
Her footman stood in the midst of the crowd on the grounds of the White Tower. He could see the scaffolding, the glistening executioner’s sword, and the block where his lady would place her head. Then, Lady Anne climbed onto the scaffolding.
Holding back his tears, the footman listened to the Queen’s prayerful last words. He watched as the attendants removed her mantle of ermine and blindfolded her. She knelt down.
With one swift stroke, the French swordsman ended the life of Queen Anne.
The footman turned to his friend and cried, “If only she had given him a son.”
From Guest Contributor Deborah Shrimplin