Posts Tagged ‘Heart’
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
Feb
Peaches
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I open the window with force to see what the commotion is. The street is filled with people standing and screaming. I see a glimpse of a shoeless foot, sock hanging. Long red hair catches my eyes, as does the smashed front windshield of a small car.
An ambulance approaches blaring its siren and the crowd shifts to the sidewalk.
Now I see the victim is my next-door neighbor and my heart palpitates.
Sitting on my lap is her kitten Peaches, who I pet sit.
I coddle the furry cat in my arms, and realize I’ll be his home now.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
Lovers And Leaves
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Staring out through a grove of trees, mouths moaning as swirls of dark browns cover the bright yellows and vibrant orange of autumn leaves, whispering to the fields of dying long grass.
The artist found his place and began to paint. Hours turned into days, joyously becoming lost in the thoughts of his one true love.
When the artist’s trance ended, he was perplexed by the ghostly image of his lover in a pink dress, his heart in her hands and his love-lorn self standing beside her.
Behind them, the fields were a sea of violet flowers in violent bloom.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Nov
Live
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The Fuhrer took everything. My husband, two sons, and our home that had been in the family for years. I’m all that’s left. The war is over, but who and what do I have to go back to. I lived through the filth and disease when everyone else was dying and there had been nothing I could do.
When the Americans arrived and liberated the camps, I fell to my knees and wept. I couldn’t believe it was over.
It’s tragic and my heart aches every-day, but I will continue to live, if not for myself then for my family.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Lisa has been writing since 2010 and has had many micro-flash fiction stories published. In 2018 her book, Shorts for the Short Story Enthusiasts, was published, and The Importance of Being Short in 2019. Her most recent book In A Flash, was published in the spring of 2022.
She currently resides on Long Island, New York with her husband Richard and dogs Lucy and Breanna.
Nov
When Cupid Calls
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
They laugh their boisterous laughs, holding hands with Pride seated in the gaps between their knuckles. Butterflies overflow their love-struck hearts and they try their best not to erupt in a bashful fit of giggles. He looks at her like she is all the world’s treasures in one. And she looks at him like he’s everything her heart has ever yearned for.
Then they leave the room, white with Shame, hands still clumsily interlocked. But with preening eyes, tugging hearts and Cupid calling them away to the gaze of their secret lovers.
Oh, how first love always ends in regret.
From Guest Contributor Mahathi Sathish
Sep
Vanity
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
There was a man I knew. He thought himself very clever and asserted he was better than me. His wrongs were a count of never (despite his relations often severed), and he swore he despised all lies. He would never show his heart, for if he had, we would plainly see a cruel and twisted thing failing his acclaim to measure. Many shared his only aim was to play people as pawns in his game. Misery was all his company could bring. Now he calls, and I neglect to answer. If perfection is his alone, I’d rather not the pleasure!
From Guest Contributor Jessah Rutledge
Jessah is a Marketing and Admin Assistant for a Realty Company and a Pikes Peak Community College student studying Fine Arts and Writing.
Aug
The Watchmaker
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He had become a master in the arrangement of all her beautiful pieces.
A lifetime of experiencing his shattered dreams had made this so.
With patience, he would file down or build up their broken parts until two pieces fit together as one.
His hands of meticulous love removed the heart from his chest and gently placed it within hers.
She raised her head slowly and smiled.
His head sagged downward as he did the same.
With that, she rose, exiting the tiny room.
Opening the door as the sun burnt her eyes, but the pain only lasted a moment.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster