Posts Tagged ‘Horror’
May
A Closed Time Curved Loop Time Traveler
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
As a closed time curved loop time traveler watched in horror at the death of mankind. He wondered. Was it always thus? A learning simulator bent on self-destruction? From one reality bounce to another, pray for peace. In the end, God wins all games. Why? In a Dyson Sphere or Solomon’s statement, there is nothing new under the sun. And that which the author of life has given, so he shall take. Multiple dimensions exist. And every twist and turn of the story of life is taken. What about the dreamers? Even their dreams come true somewhere within a simulator.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Aug
A Boy In The Torn Jacket
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The horror of an early morning bombardment urged the boy in the torn jacket to seek his mom. Out of debris and rubble, he most needed the dearest soul to hug him tightly.
I stood and watched the scene in despair. Out of nowhere, a social worker appeared, took Ian’s hand, and asked his name. I tapped the man on the shoulder and offered to adopt the boy.
“Are you sure you’d cope?” the man reacted in disbelief.
I have never regretted my choice. Ian has substituted our once-unborn-child, ‘the diamond in the sky,’ as we call him with Liz.
From Guest Contributor Taras Bereza
Taras is a professional lexicographer at ‘Apriori Publishers’ with 10 published dictionaries. He has worked as a contributing freelance writer since 2006 and wrote for Bacopa Literary Review and Freedom With Writing.
Jan
Hungry Hannah
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“HUNGRY HANNAH EATS REAL FOOD!” I thought all robotic dolls were creepy, but my twin daughters loved that commercial.
And they loved Hannah.
At least until tonight. Tonight I find the babysitter’s back gnawed down to her spine. Karen lays legless, dead mid-scream, a broken doll herself. Samantha’s face is chewed to tattered strips of scarlet skin — wet ribbons staining hectic red hieroglyphs across the carpet. Her eyes and scalp are gone.
I find Hannah looking up at me. Her painted eyes are flat black coins. Her plastic teeth, still moving, are soaked in violent crimson.
“Feed me,” she bleats.
From Guest Contributor Eric Robert Nolan
Oct
New York Strong
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I climb the subway steps into the abundant sunshine. The weather is warm and it’s just another September day. Or so I think…
Paper is floating in the air; the sky darkens and desks tremble. Nearby buildings disappear in clouds of smoke. I watch wide eyed from the fourteenth-floor window across from the World Trade Center. Screams are unbearable and angels fall with a thunderous thump to the ground. My heart pounds and I can’t breathe. I don’t comprehend the horror; the fire, blackness, death.
The towers collapse, but eighteen years later we’re strong for the victims and their families.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
Never Forget
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It was a warm sunny day on September 11, 2001. Lori remembered the towers imploding, the sadness and knot in her chest from the horror. She never forgot the sight of human bodies dropping to the ground as she watched from the window with watery eyes and shaking hands. She paced the floor as her other colleagues stayed silently glued to the window. The only words were those on the phone for panicked loved ones.
Sixteen years later, on a warm sunny day, the names of the victims are televised and read by grieving family members.
Lori will never forget.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
Tableau
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The protracted screaming was unnerving. I thought a rat had been caught by one of the local dogs allowed loose around the estate. It was Creggan in the nineties, where all sorts of mixed breeds roamed freely.
I pushed aside the lace curtain and gaped.
Pinning a dunnock to the ground with its talons, a sparrowhawk majestically scanned for potential interruption, its ribbed breast an exotic cuirass.
I caught its eye, heart strained in macabre tug-of-war between awe and horror at the continuing shrieks.
The raptor blinked like its distant ancestor, stooped, and ripped the voice from the little hedge-sparrow.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Jun
Caught In The Fury
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
One came at him from behind, another from the side. The assault started only minutes ago yet to him it felt longer.
He recalled his father’s war experiences. How as a mere twenty-year-old he was expected to carry out his country’s mission. The horror of losing many close friends while he was able to return home haunted him to the end of his life.
The present situation was nowhere as difficult as his father’s. The opponent stalled, giving him the chance to counterattack.
He leaped into a pile of paper, shaped sheets into airplanes. Aimed at his son.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her work has been published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, SixWordMemoirs, and Espresso Stories.