Posts Tagged ‘Gun’
Apr
Anything Can Happen
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Why do you think you’re an expert on me?” I asked Jim. We were on another construction job together doing some demolition. It felt good sledge hammering the walls.
“Listen, kid. You’re eighteen and you gotta drop this attitude. People don’t appreciate it.”
“Sure, Jim. Whatever you say.”
“Listen, kid. I’ve seen the world and I know what it’s like.” Jim lifted his shirt to reveal a .45 pistol. “See this. I’ve had a gun on me all day. You never would’ve known. Anyone is capable of anything.”
Jim pulled the pistol cautiously. Fumbling it in his hands he–– POP!!!!
From Guest Contributor Steve Colori
Feb
Hell’s Kitchen
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
We were the grounds crew at a minor league ballpark in the city. “I was about a hundred feet away. He lifted the gun and just…” Gerry looked away.
“That’s never happened to me,” Harry thought. “What do I say?”
“I ducked for cover.” He wiped his face and squatted to give his knees a break.
“Most of those people in that crowd…They don’t know. They live in the suburbs and they just come in for the game.”
“POP!” The shot came from the houses beyond center field.
“I gotta get outta this city,” Gerry said. “Any way possible.”
From Guest Contributor Steve Colori
Nov
Hope And The Sword
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Face down in pine-needles, Tom could hear rustling undergrowth.
It wasn’t such disturbance of leaf and stalk that might herald the man’s return, but more woodlandy – some creature curious about the blood…his blood.
Gauging the effort required, he summoned what energy remained and thrust.
His right arm collapsed, the incline rolling him onto his back.
The unobstructed air was invigorating. He’d never appreciated that before. He coughed half way through a breath, spluttering blood.
He managed to avoid choking. He might just survive–
Now he could see the man hadn’t left at all.
The shooter raised the gun again.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Aug
A Night On An Empty Skywalk
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The skywalk at the Santa Cruz railway station which connects SV Road in the west to the highway in the east was empty that night. He took his time to walk eastward, each slow step was counted so as to not reach shelter too quickly. Sleep was not cheap.
On the eastern end, another man was on the run from the police with a gun in his hand, having outdone the police. The emptiness of the skywalk seemed like the best possible thing. He could make his escape. Only then he saw a well-dressed man walking lethargically on the bridge.
From Guest Contributor Debarun Sarkar
May
Blood In The Dirt
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The man strolled to the saloon, thinking about what he had done and what he would do now. His family had been killed and thanks to him their murderers were dead too. Revenge had been his life from the time he was fourteen.
He pushed his way up to the bar. He ordered a whiskey and sipped it.
A drunk yelled at him to pull his gun; it didn’t matter why to him.
He said, “Not here,” and he walked into the street.
The drunk followed.
“I’ll see you all soon,” the man muttered as his tears fell. “Now draw!”
From Guest Contributor Dylan Baker
Oct
We Accommodate Everybody
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Humanoid preparation team to the front counter.”
Shaun, Michelle, and Joan crossed the lobby in seconds. Standing by the “We Accommodate Everybody” sign were a family of black eyed hairless grey humanoids.
“What can we do for you?”
“We can use beds at a pinch, but we always sleep better in a web” said the largest humanoid.
Galactic Hub Hotels are proud of their service. Joan holstered a plastisilk gun and led the family away. Nobody spins more comfortable webs than Joan.
“Humanoid preparation team to the front counter.”
Uh-oh, aquatisuits. This is going to be more of a challenge.
From Guest Contributor Ross Clement
Aug
Night
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Floodlights dancing over the facade of D.C.’s skyline, lurid swirls of white illuminating lifeless constructs. Helicopters flitting, sound of thwift-thwift, fiery arcs followed by rifle’s boom. Jamie clasped his fingers between chain link and watched. Behind him, scattered over a lightless tract of dirt, the naked dying, bleeding from eyes, cries of pain a muted keening of metal. Above: C.D.C. in masks and Hazmat suits, brandishing assault weapons. Washington was long dark—indeed, the entire country. Jamie gazed upwards. The milky way had manifested like fever dream, ephemeral and monolithic, a terrible Prince awaiting its prize’s return to benign jungle.
From Guest Contributor John Webb
This is a repost of a story from 2014 that accidentally got deleted.
Jun
Medic
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
As we flee the bank, I hear the sound of a gunshot behind me.
I’ve never been shot before but suddenly I’m experiencing a strange sensation and call out, “I think I’ve been shot.” Just my luck to take a bullet.
“I’ll get you tended to,” says Zac. I knew he would. Zac’s reliable like that.
Zac half carries me to our getaway car. I feel myself fading during the rough car ride. “Here we are,” says Zac.
“Tattoo parlour,” I moan in disbelief. “You’ve brought me to a tattoo artist?”
“He’s famous”, says Zac reassuringly, “For good body piercing.”
From Guest Contributor Barry O’Farrell
Barry O’Farrell is an actor living in Brisbane, Australia. Barry’s other stories have appeared in Cyclamens & Swords, 50 Word Stories and of course here at A Story in 100 Words.
Dec
The Raven
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
George hated the raven outside his window. For weeks it had perched on the sill, staring in at him. He thought about shooting it, but he could barely kill a spider. Besides, he didn’t have a gun.
He hated the way the raven mocked him. The silent condemnation of his friends and family was bad enough, but the raven held nothing back, insulting the way George dressed, the way he ate his cereal, the fact he was a virgin.
Eventually George decided to move to another neighborhood. The raven watched him leave with contempt but he kept his beak shut.
Mar
There Lies The Gun
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
There lies the gun.
After years of gathering information, months of undercover work, weeks of planning tonight’s sting, and hours of waiting for the motorcade to arrive, the situation has unravelled.
There lies the gun.
The gun is the only weapon within easy reach. They both know it. As soon as one of them makes a move, they’ll both lunge for it, and then one of them will be shot.
There lies the gun.
A flinch, and they are fighting. Neither was quick enough.
There lies the gun.
By now the President is most likely dead.
There lies the gun.