Posts Tagged ‘House’
Mar
Dirt
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Dirt and dried mud clung to every surface of the house, a layer of grime so thick it suggested years had passed since any cleaning had been undertaken. Yet the inhabitants, their own clothes equally soiled, acted as if everything about the situation were normal. Their sunny dispositions and politeness in the face of even the rudest insinuations forced the consideration that exterior appearances were, at least in this situation, misleading.
When the discovery of a mass grave was discovered underneath their domicile, conclusions were again revised. Contamination of the home is indeed a sign of contamination of the soul.
Feb
Proposal
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The EMT says everything will be okay while the ambulance siren blares in the background. I’m in and out of consciousness and not sure what has happened. The last thing I remember is getting into my car to drive to Ally’s house.
Every inch of my body hurts, I’m tired and so cold. I can’t move because I’m strapped to a gurney. I wish the pain would go away.
Someone with a deep voice speaks to me. “Stay with me, man, don’t go.”
Where would I be going? I can’t move.
I remember. I was going to propose to Ally.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jan
Disintegration
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Imagine all of the possibilities!”
Debra completed the tour with a flourish and, rather than attempt the hard sell, left David and Barb to do the heavy lifting.
“I love it, honey.” David cringed, having asked his wife to hide her enthusiasm. She was an eternal optimist, while he spent most of his waking hours dreaming of all the ways his life might begin crumbling around him. Opposites and all that.
While the two women huddled together like old friends, David anxiously anticipated closing on the property, and then watching as the house completely disintegrated in front of his eyes.
Oct
Holes
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A court decision of forced eviction awaited him on the table. A huge hole sudenly gaped where his intestines often knotted and his stomach spasmed. He found himself in the no-man’s house he had once called home. And there is another new and bigger hole: where until a few moments ago the heart beat arrhythmically. “I need to sit down,” said the man who had no more legs at all. He stared at that thing that was still broadcasting a programme. A smile shone on his face. Through the hole in the skull flickered the healing glow of TV screen.
From Guest Contributor Ivan Ristic
Sep
Open Arms?
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I took the online family DNA test for fun, I didn’t expect to find out I have a sister. After I read the results, I confronted my mom, and she admitted the truth that she gave birth to a daughter before she met and married my dad. My heart ached knowing all these years I could’ve had a sister and didn’t know.
I’m driving on the parkway, the radio blaring. In fifteen minutes, I’ll be at Cassie’s house. The big sister I didn’t grow up with and meeting for the first time.
Will she welcome me with open arms?
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
Lightning
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Are you ready?” Tim asked.
“Somewhat,” Clara answered, holding a child by the hand. “Who can be? Are you?”
“You want to know like the rest of us,” interjected another neighbour.
“It won’t be pretty,” Tim struggled, unable to say more.
A shuttle-bus pulled up to take them, along with others. They drove down Main Street. Shock froze their faces. Some sobbed.
“Mother nature started it,” the driver said, shaking his head.
Lightning struck the forest outside town limits. Wind fueled the flames in the direction of their town.
“My house is gone,” Clara choked back tears. “Yours too, Tim?”
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Jul
Fallen Fruit
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The peach tree in the yard was surrounded by fallen fruit, all of it shockingly well preserved, as if each one had been individually painted there. The house itself was in worse shape, with pealing paint, overgrown ivy, and several cracked window panes. No one lived there anymore but ghosts.
Sarah took in the scene from her car. She’d been nervous all morning, not knowing what to expect, but now that they were here, she felt nothing. She was simply numb.
“Let’s go.” Henry drove away. Sarah stared at the old neighborhood and wondered why people take pleasure from nostalgia.
Jun
Spooky Girlfriend
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My friends don’t like my girlfriend. They say all the same stereotypical bullshit, mostly revolving around how she’s crazy and I’m crazy to be dating her. I think they’re just intimidated by an older woman.
I should say they are ex-friends, because I rarely see them anymore. I spend most of the time at my girlfriend’s house. Who wouldn’t want to? She lives in the old mansion at the top of the hill. The same house we used to say was haunted when we were kids.
It’s not really haunted. You just have to get used to all the ghosts.
Jan
Platero And I: Old Skool Bloodbrothers
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
No doubt you have been wondering, dear Platero, why Stefano keeps spitting on the ground each time we pass his house and I greet him with a slight nod.
We grew up in the same neighborhood and became good friends. Later we went to college in the same city, where we got drunk together and whispered similar sweet words in girls ears. We were convinced the world was at our feet and nothing would ever change that.
But then…the civil war broke out and blood brothers became sworn enemies.
Time heals many wounds, Platero, but clearly not all.
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
Hervé (°1968 – Ronse, Belgium) started writing short stories whilst recovering from a sports injury and he hasn’t stopped since. Generally he writes them hatless and barefooted.
Jan
The Lord Loves Me
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The Lord loves me even though I don’t love myself.
Not every day goes great. But when I pray, I pray for joy and happiness.
The wife comes and yells, “your lazy butt still sitting in that darn chair?”
“Just talkin’ to the Lord for a moment.”
A bolt of lightning makes us both jump and her fall to her knees.
“No, David,” she yells, “not a storm. We need the tomatoes to bloom, you old fool.”
The second bolt of lightning enters the house and her skull.
I smile, realizing even the weather listens when I talk to God.
From Guest Contributor E. Barnes
E. Barnes has works published in The Purple Pen, The Haven, Spillwords, Centina Pentina, A Story In 100 Words and the anthology NanoNightmares.