Posts Tagged ‘Life’
Jun
My Armor
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He was my life, my armor, my smile, my savior, my everything. Lost him! I Will never see him again. I’m sad, grief stricken, but not devastated. I did my best, was there for him with everything required to always keep him going. I did love him more than anybody else and we shared the same feeling. He loved me more than anybody else. His kisses I miss. I don’t cry but long for him secretly. All day I laugh, I’m merry with my toddler. The moment I close my eyes he’s there waiting for me.
I sleep more now…
From Guest Contributor Manmeet S Chadha
May
Abort
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Aliens set a stealth orbit around the planet. They plan to attack and destroy Earth.
First they orbit and scan all commutation signals. After doing this for four Earth days, they met to go over final plans. The meeting includes all officers. The meeting is short and all are in agreement. The minutes are read by a computer, “It is a unanimous decision the plan to destroy Earth will not go forward. The earthlings are doing a very good job on their own.”
The aliens depart. Their spacecraft speeds toward the next destination, the next planet with life to destroy.
From Guest Contributor Denny E. Marshall
Apr
Bad Journey
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Rob drove down the back road at excessive amounts of speed. After losing his job, his fiancée, Felicia, broke off their engagement. He swerved into the next lane and an oncoming car approached.
“Watch it, nut!”
“Screw you,” Rob yelled.
Those few seconds his eyes were off the road, he came head on with a tree. His head slumped on the steering wheel, horn honking.
Several hours later he awakened handcuffed to a hospital bed with a policeman standing next to him.
“Once the doctor releases you, you’re coming to the station with me.”
Could Rob’s life get any worse?
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
Zip Bombs
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Six nuclear bombs head for Russia. A short time later the world’s arsenal is launched. Life on the planet changed overnight.
Jon is hiding in a barn with other civilians. As soldiers break in Jon transforms into a pile of hay bales. Soldiers gather the civilians and escort them to camps. Julie, still in the barn, escapes detection because she‘s covered in hay bales. Jon saved her life. Jon changes back to human form.
Afterwards Jon and Julie become best friends. Months later, Jon tells her his secret. “Those six nuclear warheads, they weren’t bombs, that was me,” says Jon.
From Guest Contributor Denny E. Marshall
Feb
The Mirror
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The crack begins in the center of the mirror, spreads out, and creates four distinct sections. Each one reflects a different period of his life: childhood, young adult, middle age, old age. He sees the past and the future all at once. Like the mirror, he is shattered, torn in different directions. He has regrets, sure, but he wouldn’t be where he is today without those regrets and where he is isn’t so bad. Still, what if he could do it all over again? He reaches out and falls into the mirror and finds himself back at the beginning again.
From Guest Contributor Dan Slaten
Nov
Betrayed
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Leo squeezed Hayden’s neck. Slowly the life began to leave her body as her eyes widened and face reddened.
“You slept with him, you damn witch!” Leo squeezed harder banging Hayden’s head against the wall until she collapsed with a thump, her dead eyes staring blankly at him. Leo released his grip and took a deep breath wiping the sweat off his face with the back of his hand.
Leo wiped down every trace of his finger prints and DNA. He put the gloves in his pocket and left Hayden’s house intent on finding the man she left him for.
From Guest Contributor Lisa Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
Robot Monkeys
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Daddy, why are there bars on the robot monkeys’ windows?”
Roger picked a bit of cotton candy off his son’s nose. “Danny, it’s a zoo.”
“But Daddy, they aren’t wild animals like the others. We don’t keep our robots in cages.”
Roger laughed and tousled Danny’s hair. “Well, Buddy, our robots have Gen IX brains. These little guys are first generation. Nobody wants them and they could never survive on their own.”
“But why keep them then? Why aren’t they just recycled?”
“Daniel. We’re not barbarians. We gave them life. We can’t just throw them away. Besides, aren’t they cute?”
From Guest Contributor Simon Hole
Jul
End Of The Line
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Grace ran her finger over the word.
TERMINATED
She over-pronounced each syllable. The word crashed off her computer’s screen. The “t” chipped the floor with its hook. The “e” cracked the tile, and the rest of the letters tumbled into the void.
“Didn’t tell me in person.” The night beacon, bedroom clock blinked 11:15.
In her unkempt kitchen, she knelt beside the sink. Ants crawled, a living chain of perfect order. They bypassed her bait. Scouts explored on. Workers followed trails through the cracks. But in the hive, the queen risked nothing.
Life balanced on the pinhole of a hilltop.
From Guest Contributor Embe Charpentier
Jun
Wishes
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I saw a comet yesterday. It came as though from nowhere, soaring across the deep blue expanse of sky inset with bright stars. Watching it, I felt youthful again, glowing with vibrant dreams and astronomical aspirations—reborn like a phoenix from the ashes of adulthood.
In a moment of euphoria, I closed my eyes and wished for the love of my life. The fiery tail ripped through the night, searching for my soulmate. When I opened my eyes, my wife was standing before me.
Then I remembered—comets are hard, icy rocks, and they suck the life from the sun.
From Guest Contributor Taylor Shepeard
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.