Posts Tagged ‘Home’
Aug
Inkling Of Jackals
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
While you putter and sputter and wander room to room forgetting
there are jackals on the moon. They nip and shiver in a hidden corner of the Lake of Dreams, a secret pocket of atmosphere just big enough to make a den, a home, a scratching ground. Black eyes shine from once red-brown-white coats, now just ashen tufts of moondust, moondust, pale gray. The pups scramble up from their rough and tumble, fall silent, and sit still, narrowing their eyes and curling their ears at the little blue marble in the wet ink sky.
They are waiting for your Howl.
From Guest Contributor Brook Bhagat
Brook Bhagat’s poetry, fiction, non-fiction, and humor have appeared in Monkeybicycle, Empty Mirror Magazine, Harbinger Asylum, Little India, Rat’s Ass Review, Anthem: A Tribute to Leonard Cohen, and other journals and anthologies. She and her husband Gaurav created Blue Planet Journal, which she edits and writes for. She holds an MFA from Lindenwood University, is an assistant professor of English at a community college, and is writing a novel. Her poetry collection, Only Flying, is due out Nov. 16, 2021 from Unsolicited Press.
Aug
Let’s Stay Focused On The Good News
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
HUBRIS CONTEST:
Gerald raced home, test in hand, too excited to look both ways as he crossed intersections. There was never any traffic anyway, and this news was too good to wait. He only paused at one point to pick up the books that had scattered on the sidewalk behind him because he’d forgotten to zip closed his backpack.
He sprinted up his driveway and burst through the front door.
“I am the GOAT!!!” He threw the paper towards his mother, who looked up in bewilderment.
“A B+ on your English exam. I’m proud of you. Now what about your math quiz?”
From Guest Contributor Breanne Nyhoff
Aug
Their Tale
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The day after they were introduced to each other, the author sent a message.
“I’m planning on writing a story about a young, talented and beautiful female musician, thousands of miles away from home. But I’ve still got some research to do. I thought maybe you’d like to help me out.”
“Is it a love story?” she asked.
“It might just turn out to be one of the greatest love stories ever told,” he answered.
“Do you think it’ll have a happy ending? I love happy endings.”
From that moment on, they both knew her story also became his.
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
Hervé (°1968 – Ronse, Belgium) started writing short fiction whilst recovering from a sports injury and hasn’t stopped since.
Aug
Lucif And Mi
by thegooddoctor in Uncategorized
Lucif turns to his friend Mi. “Let’s go.”
“Nonsense, we have yet to explore.”
“With days of darkness, how can this be a safe home for our families.”
“No, we are staying.”
Lucif makes a run for the spaceship. He almost reaches the lever for the door when Mi pulls him back, knocking him to the ground. They struggle and with one sweeping kick, Mi flies in the air and lands hard on his head, yellow eye wide open. He is dead.
Lucif leans over his friend and closes his eye, then heads to the ship.
He is going home.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Dear New York
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Your 9 a.m. is my six. Once again, you didn’t leave a message. I was asleep, and not dreaming of my youth. Or Bobby Short at the Carlyle, Yul Brynner as the King. The Oak Room, their scotch so expensive I almost gave it up. Since I’m awake now, I’ve begun my day. Doing the wash. Starting breakfast. Wondering what it is you want. Why not cast me aside as just another woman who headed west when the buildings fell? Here, the mountains are tall, the sea, a pebble’s throw away. I know it’s you, New York. Calling me home.
From Guest Contributor Linda Lowe
Linda’s stories and poems have appeared in Outlook Springs, A Story in 100 Words, What Rough Beast, the New Verse News, Misfit Magazine, and others.
Jul
Decision
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The witch stared into the candlelight. The darkness and tempest outside would strengthen her spell, To Make Him Love You More. He wasn’t home yet, now was her chance to cast it.
The thunderbolt’s light lit up the room, and a sparkle under the bed caught her eye. Squinting, she focused on it. A shattered mirror.
“Next time, it’ll be your head.”
Her eyes widened as his harsh words echoed in her ears, and her hand froze mid-air. Without thinking, she flipped to the following page of her open spell book, To Mend Your Broken Heart.
Decided, the witch chanted.
From Guest Contributor Soleah Kenna Sadge
Soleah is a fantasy writer. You can learn more about her and her writings by visiting https://linktr.ee/sksadge
Jun
A New Home
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
NATURE SUBMISSION:
“Hi, we’re the new foster parents. Are the little ones ready?”
The woman who opened the door has tears in her eyes.
“You’re early.”
“We were anxious to see them.”
“Promise me you’ll take care of them.”
“Um… certainly, madam.”
“I’ll get my husband.”
A man comes to the door, carrying a basket and then handing it over.
“Is everything all right with the missus? She seems a bit upset. She IS aware we will end up eating them, right?”
“Sssst. No need to remind her of that.”
“Maybe you should consider to stop giving away free tomato plants, then.”
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
May
Mack’s Walk
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A chill is in the air and Mack’s hands are numb. He pulls his coat collar around his neck and shoves his hands deep inside his pockets. He’s looking forward to a hot cup of coffee when he returns home, the simmering heat soothing his stomach. A few more blocks and he’ll turn back.
“Hi Mack. Have you seen my cat Arty;” the boy asks. “He got loose today, and I can’t find him.”
“Sorry, no, I haven’t.”
Timmy rides his bike at warp speed, making Mack’s head dizzy. Then a gentle brush against his pants distracts him.
It’s Arty.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
Wasted Time
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A woman sighed and leaned over the cash register. “I wish I could travel through time and be done with this shift already,” she groaned.
Suddenly, there was a whoosh, and the woman’s short hair whipped around her face. Upon opening her eyes, she found herself sitting comfortably on her sofa at home. She grinned and turned on the television.
Days, month, and years passed at light speed. With just one wish, each mundane, terrifying or embarrassing moment blurred into the past.
The woman finally stopped when she lay sick and old on her bed, having never lived at all.
From Guest Contributor Caitlyn Palmer
Apr
Wifely Advice
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
HISTORICAL FICTION ENTRY:
“Gaius, dear, you know you don’t have to go. You do look quite ill and the vote will wait till tomorrow.”
“Yes, but I am Consul and it is my responsibility,” he answered while slipping into his toga.
“But the augurs said that today is inauspicious. Why don’t you stay home?”
“I suppose I could. You are very convincing, my dear.”
A loud knock on the door interrupted their conversation. The door opened and Brutus said, “Hurry up, we’re late for the Senate.”
“I won’t be long, dear. We’ll dine together,” promised Caesar as he walked out into the atrium.
From Guest Contributor Janice Siderius