Posts Tagged ‘Krystyna Fedosejevs’
Aug
We’re All Learning
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Back to school shopping.
Jennifer wanted pens and whiteout. Stevie picked a package of pink hangers. One by one, items landed in the shopping cart. Mother pushed. Around the big superstore they went. Cart three-quarters filled when they finished.
“Don’t they need new clothes?” grandmother asked anxiously.
“They don’t sell clothes here,” mother answered.
Grandmother frowned. “You should have another colour. Pink is for girls.”
“But I like pink,” Stevie answered.
Mother asked “why not” and turned her face the other way.
Where was I? In the elevator with the family, hearing their conversation as it unfolded to the public.
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, and Espresso stories.
Aug
Her Recipe
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
With more downs than ups, Francine realized she needed to make a drastic change. To reverse an unfulfilled lifestyle where only food seemed to delight her.
She would find a new recipe. Something appetizing. Fresh. Not too many ingredients for she wouldn’t know how to put it together. Unwanted ones not given a chance. She’d aim for excellence maintaining good judgment in taste. Leave critics aside.
After going through her closets and emerging empty-handed, she looked at a mirror and smiled. Grabbed car keys off a dresser.
She figured out her recipe for happiness.
Clothing stores were not far away.
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, and Espresso stories.
Jul
Family Under Scrutiny
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Spectators looked on with intense intrigue as the judge examined articles placed before her.
“Mister Coroner,” she began. “Did you succeed in contacting the victim’s next of kin?”
The questioned man glanced nervously about him. “No, Your Honor. Records show her parents are deceased. A younger sister ran away from home six years ago. Hasn’t been seen since.”
“Have you tried her extended family?”
“I’m not aware of any members.”
I sat fidgeting in the back of the courtroom.
“Excuse me,” I said rising. “I knew the young victim.”
“Who are you?” the startled judge asked.
“I was her sister.”
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, and espresso stories.
Jun
Waves
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He phoned to tell me I hadn’t returned his wave yesterday. Wondered why.
I apologized, explained how busy I was. Being in a hurry, mind on other things. When absorbed with a book, I would walk with my head down. (Hadn’t he noticed?) Feel its characters as they stride with me. My physical surroundings matter not.
There were other days too, he said.
It wasn’t my intention to appear unfriendly. I promised I’d lift my head more and make a point of looking out for my neighbor.
Days later, I saw him running across the street.
I waved.
He didn’t.
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, and espresso stories.
Jun
Her Date
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She didn’t let anger precipitate her tears. Not yet. She was intent on finding the man of her passion. Approach him head-on. Strike him repeatedly with fiery bolts as thunderclouds rolled in her eyes.
Stiletto heels clicked her steps up the runway to where he lived. She rang the doorbell. Waited.
How could he forget a special day or ignore it?
She noticed the door ajar. Pushed it. Entered a dark apartment.
“Surprise,” voices screamed in unison. Lights went on.
Her beau poked his head into view from the other side of the door.
“Happy birthday, honey,” he managed sheepishly.
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, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, and espresso stories.
Feb
One Of A Kind
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She was impeccable. His mentor. Love. Tears clouded his vision as he viewed their life together through photos he flipped.
“You ought to take better care of yourself,” she often scolded. He wanted to say the same to her. Couldn’t. He closed the album with her smile nestling in the recesses of his mind.
A wooden box nearby cradled ripe peaches. One had gone bad.
He thought of her, his mom. How she would have dealt with it promptly. Not like him.
He grumbled at the cancer that had wasted her body. Lifted the rotten fruit and threw it out.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her fiction and poetry have recently been published online and in journals at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, A Story in 100 Words, 101 Words, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, and espresso stories. Her nonfiction has appeared in flash fiction chronicles and in Wild Lands Advocate. Krystyna resides in Alberta, Canada.
Jan
Surprise
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He always smiled when she appeared. Today, he also winked.
No one else gave her a second look. At school, girls called her names. Boys threw stones.
She placed a chocolate bar on the belt. He rang in the price. She paid.
“Not getting your favourite?” he asked.
“You’re out,” she answered.
“It won’t happen again.”
She tore the wrapper off exiting the store. Took a mouthful. As she started walking home, a car pulled up behind her. The driver’s window opened.
“Found these in the back of the store,” he said handing her a caramel chocolate bar.
“Thanks, Grandpa.”
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.
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.