Posts Tagged ‘Heart’
May
I Met A Man, A Most Remarkable Man
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I met you at a time when the star of you was careening downward. Though in descent, due to illness, your radiance shone in your discussions of the band Rush, the literature of Chesterton, and your absolute love and skill at cooking. You were afraid of being an imposition, not realizing that giving me a chance to help you—during our fateful trip—was my chance to brush against your beauty, your deep, feeling heart. I am selfish; I want more. But I must wait, as your star has again swung into ascension, brightening this world even upon your exit.
For Tony Rome By Keith Hoerner
Apr
Moonflowers & Untold Truths
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mother waters her garden at midnight, with tears of the moon, she says. I can sometimes hear her crying, but I don’t tell her. Her garden is beautiful, with pale petals on willowy stems and dew clinging onto their souls, she says. I asked her once to see her budding seeds, but she insists that she must tend to them alone, fragile blooms. I nod because I know she is right, and because I am scared that if I don’t, she will find out, and my heart is too fragile.
Mother’s garden has no flowers, and I am still wilting.
From Guest Contributor Zeyneb Kaya
Jan
Before The Words, There Were Echoes
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
There was silence in the universe. Words were nowhere to be found, as if all existence had stopped and all that was left was a void of utter disbelief and confusion. How can there be something, and yet it means nothing?
She had many words inside her, words that boiled into nothingness and brought about the vapor of insignificance. She remembered “in the beginning was the Word,” but instead of feeling any sense of security, she lost heart.
In that loss, she grasped the emptiness of whispers and asked the vast expanse:
“What is needed to be compassionate?”
“A soul.”
From Guest Contributor Aida Bode
Nov
The Knight That Was Too Great
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The Knight is known for fire and might. Day after day he proves himself worthy of his sword. His title. His name. Out into the world he rides, his demeanor like an armor around him. Many dragons he has slain, yet some refuse to die. His sword is covered with the blood of both his enemies and his own heart. He seeks to be noble, but in doing so becomes pathetic. He is invincible in battle, but hopeless in everything else. His armor is impenetrable, but forever clings to him. No dragon can hurt him. Only the soft flower can.
From Guest Contributor Richard Snow
Richard is a student of creative writing and journalism at Pikes Peak Community College. Currently writing a fantasy trilogy set in the early 20th century.
Nov
Haunted
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The ghosts came and went.
There were unexplained footsteps and nights when clammy sensations washed over my skin.
They were nocturnal and appeared only to those who knew they were nearby.
One night, I dozed fitfully and moved to a couch.
After I drifted to sleep, I saw him, a crazed figure with wild hair.
When he lurched for me, I pushed him away.
Then he roped my legs and I found myself struggling to move.
I fought to get free and pushed away my covers.
Then with my heart beating fast, I woke up and the ghost was gone.
From Guest Contributor Kaia Gallagher
Oct
Dear Amy
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
CONTEST SUBMISSION:
Here’s what happened: The huntsman burst in wielding a knife, and lunged at me! In my shock, I coughed up the Grandma. I said sorry, truly, and ran off, hoping to mend my ways. I wound up in a bar in NYC, drinking with humans who were all peace and harmony, until one of us bit one of them—justified! Then it was omg throw them out. Now I’m back in the woods, in the heart of temptation, where every guy and his girlfriend is noshing on Grandmas and Little Reds. How can I resist? What should I do?
Wolf
From Guest Contributor Linda Lowe
Linda’s stories and poems have appeared online in Outlook Springs, A Story in 100 Words, Star 82 Review, BOMBFIRE, Misfit Magazine, and others.
Oct
Rolled And Stoned
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He: I know I’m a Midnight Rambler, but I can come to your Emotional Rescue. Won’t you Tell Me you want to Live With Me? I am through with Honky Tonk women.
She: This could be the Last Time I tell you – Jumpin’ Jack Flash is my boyfriend. You Can’t Always Get What You Want, you just want to tell people I am Under Your Thumb.
He: I can’t get no Satisfaction. I thought that we could have a rosy future, but now I will just Paint It Black. Won’t anyone Gimme Shelter? I don’t have a Heart Of Stone.
From Guest Contributor Doug Hawley
Doug lives in Oregon (spelled wrong / pronounced right) and escaped actuarial work to hike, snowshoe, volunteer, and string words together.
Sep
Mammoth
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
An airplane soars into the mammoth building, leaving a gaping hole. Blackness, dust, and papers fill the air.
Angels fall and my heart beats quickly not knowing what to do. I pace the floor with the others, stunned, quiet, unable not to watch. The sirens pierce our ears, and we stare at one another.
The phones ring with panicking family members crying that a second plane has crashed into the other building. I drop the phone when the fire drill alarms. The sky darkens and we head to the staircase not knowing our fate.
The World Trade Center is no more.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
I See You
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
If we could only look deeply into the eyes of strangers, we’d see not a stranger at all, but a piece of ourselves.
As I stand in line, I see a man pull his shirt over a large belly. Beside him, a teenager glances anxiously at passing faces.
If people knew, they’d feel more compassion for one another. Indeed, they’d offer kindness even as they are shown anger.
The knowing inside me is too big. I’m surrounded by the noise and lights of the world, seemingly unchanged from before. My heart aches. I see you, but do you see me?
From Guest Contributor Caitlyn Palmer
Sep
Tremors
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My clammy palms drip sweat and my icy feet shiver. I barely fit on this stiff, creaky bed. From the haunted murkiness, a shadow emerges and creeps around.
Drowning in the claustrophobic silence, I am trapped. No one hears my heart’s pounding rattle. As he looms from the dark, my throbbing stomach twinges and my wobbly legs quiver.
He lifts the thin sheet off of my legs and I clench my fists timorously. I tremble in trepidation as he plunges the invasive latex-covered wand into my body.
Moments later, he tenderly pulls it out and smiles. “Your baby is healthy.”
From Guest Contributor Hetal Shah
Hetal graduated with her Bachelor of Commerce from SIES. She lives in Mumbai with her husband, son, and daughter. She rekindled her hobby of writing over the past year. She is the winner of Mumbai Poetry League 2020, and her poem was published in an anthology by Poets of Mumbai called Guldastaa A Bouquet of Poems. She also writes flash fiction, and has been published twice on 101words.org. She loves to read, and especially enjoys reading and writing stories of romance and everyday life. Besides writing, she enjoys cooking new cuisines, traveling, and singing.