Posts Tagged ‘Happy’
Apr
Leading Questions
by thegooddoctor in Uncategorized
“Does my ass look OK in these jeans?” she asked me.
“What do you mean?”
“Me arse—it looks OK?”
“Why? Did you do something to it?”
“Can’t you be serious?”
“You’re aware it has a crack in it, aren’t you?”
“Do you think you’re funny?”
“What do you want to know? Is it the right shape? The right size?”
“Is it big?”
“What does big mean? Can you walk over by the door?”
“To here? Far enough?”
“There now you’ve made it smaller, haven’t you? Does that make you happy?”
“You just can’t get in the mood, can you?”
From Guest Contributor Edward Voeller
Feb
Happy
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I was twenty, I had a friend who worked as a bartender. I remember that he hated sports, but that he learned to talk sports in order to get through his nights behind the bar with some civility, and of course to earn tips. And that is how I get through my life, by acting like I give a shit about things that I could care less about, by going through the motions. It generally works pretty well for me. People think that I’m a nice guy. Some have even gone so far as to think that I’m happy.
From Guest Contributor Les Bohem
Oct
The Holiday Season
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It’s my favorite time of year, holiday season on the coast. The weather is nice, the days are long, and everyone is happy. The tourists are everywhere. Children, grandchildren, dogs; they’re all waiting in lines at the jewelry shops, the coffee shops, and the gift shops. Especially standing in lines at the ice cream shop where I work every day. Flashing their cash around once and a while, but mostly credit cards. So carefree and careless. And so clueless. They’re all ripe for the picking. Skimming credit card information is how I can live comfortably the rest of the year.
From Guest Contributor NT Franklin
Oct
I Had A Dream
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
That horrible dream kept coming back: there I was, a birthday girl at the local gas station purchasing the winning lottery ticket for the Mega Million jackpot.
As a devout Christian, I condemn gambling and other greedy activities. However, this dreadful nightmare made me feel shamefully happy and put my virtues in danger.
So, on my birthday, I resolved to resist Evil and locked myself home. The dream did not return.
The same night, some sleazy socialite from Miami stole the lucky numbers from my dream and won the Mega Million jackpot.
Some people have no decency, no decency at all.
From Guest Contributor Olga Klezovitch
Olga is a scientist who lives in Seattle. Her previous work has appeared in 50-Word Stories, A Story in 100 Words and Necon E-Books. Her “When It Dribbles, It Drabbles” Kindle book can be found at Amazon.com.
Dec
The Margin Between Here And There
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The margin between her final breath and eternity was shorter than she’d been led to believe, barely enough time to comprehend what was happening. She felt herself suffocated by regret and panic and an overwhelming sense of injustice..
There had been one moment when she’d been truly happy.
As her body twisted inside its metal chariot that would drive her forcefully into the afterlife, the airbag slammed away her breath, swallowed up her regrets, bludgeoned her consciousness, until all that was left was that moment.
She wanted to call out to him.
Before she could say goodbye it was over.