Posts Tagged ‘Kiss’
Jun
That Holiday We All Supposedly Love
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I push in my code: 437. The sound mocking me as I snatch the clipboard off of its peg—the check list of the unforgiving. My job today: revision in the main isle. I garb my lime-green box-cutter. Time to unpack the new merchandise. I fill the cart with cardboard boxes and scoot to the holiday shelves. I slit open the tape and a waft of rich-bitterness hits my nose. I pull out the advertisement holder that holds crimson candy boxes with cartoon dogs saying, “I ruff you! Give me a kiss!” Lurking within, little cones of so called yummy.
From Guest Contributor McKenzie A. Frey
Mar
Staking A Claim
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It started with his touch and before that the way he looked at me; clear blue eyes that knew how to take me in, how to see through my quiet, my fear. We explored city streets that summer, always attached, love-linked. A goodnight kiss turned couch tumble—hungry hands searching, lips and teeth crashing, his weight pinning me down. And then that surprise on the back of my neck: sweat, tears so sweet. Surrender, yes, maybe even love; but later, and better, trust and understanding, an intimacy that allowed regrets to be shared, my darkness to escape, a homestead staked.
From Guest Contributor Holiday Goldfarb
Holiday is currently enrolled in the MFA Program in Writing at Lindenwood University, Saint Louis, MO. If all goes as planned, she will graduate in December 2016.
Sep
A Saccharine Fairy Tale
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Once upon a time, Prince Candy met Princess Cotton at tea in the zoo. During a lovely flirtation, luscious Prince Candy realized dusk about to fall and quickly strutted away. Now, wise Princess Cotton had secretly tied twine around Prince Candy’s ankle. Following the twine through the zoo, she found it now tied to a peacock’s leg. Though the peacock screeched and pecked, she knew it was her beloved bonbon. As the sun rose, she kissed his beak changing him back into her sweet beau. Vowing unending love, they lived happily ever after, producing bundles of brightly colored cotton candy.
From Guest Contributor D. K. White-Atkinson
Jan
The Final Conversation
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
They walked the long way to her house, so they had extra time before they reached her porch. She had a previous engagement and he wasn’t invited inside.
The conversation had been lovely. They’d shared their most embarrassing moments. They made each other laugh. They held hands. They kissed around the corner, and didn’t care who might see them. He would remember it fondly forever.
It was their final conversation. He stopped returning her phone calls or answering her letters. He feared things ending on a bad note, so he had waited for the perfect moment to break things off.
Jan
Our Orchard
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
We chased each other between rows of plum trees. Leafy boughs drooped with blossoms casting shadows in our tracks.
We kissed when we caught up. I sank into your embrace wishing you would never let go.
But you did. A high school classmate was more clever than I. Grabbed your vulnerability. Clawed at your masculinity. You found her sexy.
I’ve returned. Standing across the street from a playground where our orchard used to be. The fruit trees were gone except for one.
Boys played rough ball games. One on a bench looked like you.
Love no longer filled that space.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction. Her recent work has been published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories and espresso stories.
Jul
A Stubborn Speck
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The elevator doors close with a ding. Alone inside, she hums and checks the mirror. The speck on her cheek looks unsightly, like a coal mine bent forward and kissed her.
She pulls out a tissue from her bag, and dabs at it. No luck. Nagging speck, like someone spit tar on to her face. Two more tissues, nothing.
The skin around it is reddening. Three more tissues, one after another. She’s getting restless as her floor draws near.
The seventh tissue does the trick. Someone from behind was kind enough to hand it to her.
The elevator doors open.
From Guest Contributor, Indu Pillai
Indu is a commercial writer based in Bangalore. Her fiction has appeared in Mash Stories and 50-Word Stories. She delights in all kinds of stories, written and unwritten. Twitter: @InduPillai01
Apr
Jeb And Gerold
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jeb thought he was safe for the time being; then he heard something:
“Who’s there?”
“Someone trying to stay alive.”
Jeb peered and saw someone. He crept forward, cradling his rifle.
The young man sat on some hay, his legs spread out, arms back.
“Go ahead, shoot.”
Jeb came up, and sat across from the Yankee.
“Not yet. How did you get caught in this mess?”
“I could ask the same about you.”
They looked at each other, forming similar thoughts.
“We could die tonight, you know,” said Jeb.
“Life’s too precious for that.” They leaned forward, and then kissed.
From Guest Contributor, Dycen Alexander
Apr
Lake Wakona
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
George and Kristen were counselors at the Lake Wakona Christian Retreat. They’d met there several years before as campers and were eager to become reacquainted now that they were in high school.
First love can be a majestic experience, filled with dizzying heights of emotion, but almost always ending in a pit of despair. For George and Kristen it would be no different. They shared their first kiss and pledged to love each other always.
Fortunately, George and Kristen would spend the rest of their lives together. Unfortunately, they were both killed that summer by the Lake Wakona chainsaw butcher.