Posts Tagged ‘Heart’
Jan
Your Cold Heart
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The damn dog wouldn’t stop digging.
Bitches can’t be with you if you don’t scream.
I paid the bills. The rent, the cellphone, the electric.
Why weren’t you on my side?
“Come with me!” I yelled.
You said, “You mean it?”
The dog stared at me, wanting an answer too.
I picked up a rock.
I usually miss, but it struck you right between the eyes.
I kept digging in the almost frozen ground.
I’m so sorry!
I guess the dog missed you as much as I did ’cause—
The dog kept digging.
I hit her right between the eyes.
From Guest Contributor E. Barnes
E has works in The Purple Pen, The Haven, Spillwords, Centina Pentina, Entropy, NanoNightmares and a collection of the works, Flash Crazy, was published in 2021 and is available on Amazon.
Nov
Justice Delivered
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It left a strange taste in her mouth, just as Robert said her first would. But it was successful and could launch her career. A perfect heart shot at 300 yards. There are those that will want to know who made the shot. She left traceable evidence of her sniper nest, so the exact shot distance would be known.
Maybe it should have bothered her, but it didn’t. What’s one less human trafficker in the world? She’d happily trade his life for one less girl trafficked. At least one mother got the justice she wanted and will sleep well tonight.
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.
Nov
Former Glory
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She sits in a worn wheelchair, slightly swaying to the raspy and sultry melodies playing on the radio behind her. Drunkenly sloshing the dark brown liquid in the bottle she’s nursed throughout the night. Her eyes are as heavy as her heart, drooping with sadness and weeping with grief. Taking another sip, she sighs as the liquid scorches down her throat. She hums along to the music, reminiscing times when she played the same syncopated rhythms on stage. Her knobby and wrinkled fingers dance in the air on her ghost piano while swallowing sobs, thinking about her glorious old memories.
From Guest Contributor Sa’Mya Hall
Aug
Biopsy Results In Ten Days
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I want these days to be about more than just waiting. How can they be? Waiting surrounds me, engulfs me, floods me…swirling, fast, faster than I can dog-paddle away… Things will never be the same again, even if, even if… Things will never be the same again, even if the white coats say all is well, even if what I’m awaiting turns out to be snip-snip-and-it’s-gone. I’ve caught a whiff that so permeated my nostrils my neural pathways my brain my heart, its remnants echo into the rest of whatever part of not-forever that I do get to see.
From Guest Contributor Cynthia Bernard
Jul
Last Breath
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My heart aches when I look at the faded photo of my wife. I place it back in my pocket and lean over the trench, rifle in position.
The tanks approach and deep down I know it’s an impossible situation, but I run onto the field shooting, the tanks firing back, hitting me, and my body thrown midair.
Charles, my friend, pulls me into a ditch and I manage to gesture to my pants pocket. Charles reaches in and pulls out the picture and hands it to me.
With the photo clutched to my chest, I take my last breath.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
Until Death
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I rode my bicycle past the Nazis they laughed and threw rocks at me. They hated our kind, and it was time to leave. I had no family, and lived in a small apartment alone, so it wouldn’t take long to pack. I neatly folded my suits and placed them into the luggage. I took the money I saved, stuffed it inside my jacket pocket, took one last look around and walked out the door to the train station.
A few months later, the Jewish families were rounded up and taken to camps.
My heart would ache until death.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
Camaraderie Uninterrupted
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I had a friend who rescued a dog. He told me it could speak. Russian. He knew that I was bilingual, so he asked me to do some translation.
I sat patiently, listening. Nothing. I’d almost given up waiting. Then I heard it. It was Russian, alright, with a Labradoodle accent.
Sadly though, it was total nonsense: “Spotted carats snipe phlegm kisses.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend about his furrier friend’s crazed utterance. Instead, I said I couldn’t translate for him because I thought it might be Hungarian.
Someone else would have to burst his bubble.
From Guest Contributor Ron. Lavalette
Ron.’s debut chapbook, Fallen Away (Finishing Line Press) is now available at all standard outlets. Many of his published works can be found at EGGS OVER TOKYO.
Apr
That Night
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The sky looked heavy as darkening clouds pressed hard against the planet’s surface. The two dominant elements fought. It was like an unstable ballet.
“Are you going to fight with me?”
Sam shook his head. “We’re not fighting.”
He wanted to return to that night in the garden with Lily.
Lightning illuminated the clouds, shattering the heavens, spilling its hot sparks in whirlpools that burst into thunder. Sam’s heart pounded fast.
“It can’t end here,” Lilith cried.
Sam knew what was coming.
“Hey guys,” Adam waves. “Beautiful night.”
Thunder crashed.
Samael bowed his head crying as the real thunderstorm began.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Mar
Battlefield
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The bombs come at us in droves, the sound deafening. I run across the field dodging bullets and falling bodies, the few men alive still in agonizing pain. Our trench is ahead, and I just need to get there.
Another round of gunfire and screams echoing across the battlefield. My heart pounds heavily and I find it difficult to breathe.
A bullet knocks my helmet off and I’m unprotected.
Someone yells cease fire, grabs my arm, and throws me to the ground. The gunfire has stopped but we’re crawling.
A few feet and we make it safely across.
For now.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
Imminent
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The blow knocks me and my horse to the ground. I reach for my sword and swing at the enemy, his roars deafening. My leg is cut, and the breath is knocked out of me, but I endure the pain for my king and country.
Another foe is coming toward me. A comrade rushes to my aide and stabs him in the abdomen. He gushes blood from the mouth and dies.
I manage to fend off my attacker for now. One of us will tire.
And so, it seems death is imminent for him as my sword pierces his heart.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher