Posts Tagged ‘Life’
Jun
I Just Don’t Think I’ll Ever Get Over You
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It’s been three months since you died, but it could have been three days or three years. This time, this forever after, is something separate from our former life. Some people thought you a burden, but I was a volunteer, an eager one at that.
Life with you was never a burden. You provided clarity. Companionship. Purpose. The meaning of selflessness.
Now, this existence, this is the burden. Having to live without you is the burden. Not because this life is bad. But because your absence overwhelms even the best moments.
You are the best friend I will ever have.
May
Wanderlust
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The pulse of the city is becoming my own. I woke up with a thrumming headache this morning. The night and the dawn are a patchwork in my aching head. When I walk down the street, steam ripples off the pavement, as intangible as my disintegrating memories. How is my stranger? I wonder. The one from last night’s club. Gone now. He’s returned back to his own life after our brief collision: my drunken frame hung off his neck. His glassy brown gaze still holds me. Power lines cross my heart. My eyes swim in the summer sweat and rain.
From Guest Contributor Siri Harrison
Apr
So It Goes
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A brave man killed a monster. He became a hero and was celebrated. He married a princess and eventually became a king. He had many children. Then he died.
An unlucky man was born poor. He made an unfortunate bargain and was cursed. He turned into a horrible monster, was shunned by society. Eventually a man came along and killed the unlucky man.
A unremarkable man lived an unremarkable life. He had good times. He had bad times. He died an unremarkable death.
A thoughtful man spent his entire life trying to make sense of it all. Then he died.
Apr
Late Night Mystery
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I’m at that point in my life where I need to wake up at least once in the middle of the night. Stumbling through the dark to the bathroom, the street lamp cast a shadow across the table, revealing a yellow envelope.
With groggy eyes, I opened the missive to find a short note on a scrap of aged paper.
“I miss you.”
It wasn’t signed, but the script was familiar. There was no mistaking this had been written by Beverly, my wife.
Dropping the note, I searched frantically throughout the house. Beverly had died exactly one year ago tonight.
Feb
The Broken Vow
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Hank stared at his bloodied hands. Visions of a more peaceful time flashed through his mind, reminders of a life less troubled.
The voice forced such memories aside.
“You’ve done well.”
Hank did not feel worthy of praise. Not after all the death he’d just meted out.
“Don’t feel guilty. You did what you must.”
The worst part, as far as he was concerned, was that he didn’t feel guilty. He’d enjoyed it.
Hank looked at the others around the dinner table. Only his wife seemed to notice that he had broken his vow.
“I guess you’re not vegan anymore.”
Jan
Debunking Resolutions
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
As the clock ticked towards the ending of a year, Ted was fast asleep.
He got up at noon to have brunch and catch up on emails.
“What are your resolutions for 2025?” asked a friend. Another asked similarly and another…
Ted closed his tablet.
Why should he stress himself about resolutions? Life ought to simply evolve, problems solved along the way.
He got up to make coffee. What, no coffee? Okay, he’ll have some tea. The canister usually filled with various teabags was empty.
Ted decided he would start the next New Year differently, with his kitchen well stocked.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
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.
Dec
Next For Mel
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Choose.”
“What?” Mel was confused. It was 3 AM. Just moments before, he’d been pleasantly dreaming.
“You don’t know what ‘choose’ means?”
“Huh?”
“CHOOSE, MEL!”
The irritated voice seemed to come from every direction, as though from out of a whirlwind.
“AND MAKE IT SOMETHING INANIMATE.”
This was it.
“TIME’S UP.”
Mel’s life – if it could be called that – was over.
The angel had others to visit that Thursday and more important places to go.
“Couldn’t I be a dog, or a goldfish?”
“REINCARNATION’S MAINLY INTO LIFELESS OBJECTS, MEL.”
People don’t realize.
“Like…into an old basketball?”
“SO BE IT!”
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
Nov
Shadow Of A Doubt
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Matthew had always been steadfast in his faith. What appealed to him most about God was the need to believe, as opposed to some sort of certainty born of evidence or innate awareness. The fact that we were blessed with the choice and allowed to entertain doubt was the beauty of existence.
Now, as he felt his life slipping away, Matthew found that his conviction in God was stronger than ever. He had no fear of what was to come, because he was completely at peace and ready to meet his maker.
Except what if he was wrong? Oh shit…
Sep
Life
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When they were at war, everything was easy. They could yell at each other, throw pillows and then sleep in different rooms, sulking and ignoring each other.
But when they were at peace, the silence became so thick it choked him.
They stayed like this for years, until one morning she woke up and the only thing left of him was the Jasmine tea he drank every evening and a letter on the Fridge.
But her?
She liked to fit people into her world like puzzle pieces so she removed the note, lit a fire and watched it burn, unopened.
From Guest Contributor Will Simon