Posts Tagged ‘Lightning’
Jun
Thunderstorm
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I listen to the forecast, the weather calls for abundant sunshine and the day is anything but.
The sky is ominous and roars with thunder and lightning illuminating the yard. The fence is swaying, and I cringe.
My shih-tzu Benny is plopped under the kitchen table whining. I bend and pet his head. “Sorry, buddy. It’s a thunderstorm. Hopefully it’ll end soon.”
My coffee is cold, so I dump it into the sink and make another cup. While it’s percolating Benny comes out, barks, and wags his tail.
The sun has broken through the clouds.
Chemotherapy awaits after all.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
Victory
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The air is ominous, and lightning brightens the sky. I hold onto the mountain with both hands. I’m an avid climber, but the weather forecast is wrong. The sky is not abundant sunshine.
With each step I take, I use all my energy to endure and sustain my worries. All I need to do is take a deep breath.
The rain is heavy, and I feel the weight of it baring down. Just a few more steps. I can do this.
I reach the peak and use all my strength to pull myself up.
I wave my hands in victory.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
That Night
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The sky looked heavy as darkening clouds pressed hard against the planet’s surface. The two dominant elements fought. It was like an unstable ballet.
“Are you going to fight with me?”
Sam shook his head. “We’re not fighting.”
He wanted to return to that night in the garden with Lily.
Lightning illuminated the clouds, shattering the heavens, spilling its hot sparks in whirlpools that burst into thunder. Sam’s heart pounded fast.
“It can’t end here,” Lilith cried.
Sam knew what was coming.
“Hey guys,” Adam waves. “Beautiful night.”
Thunder crashed.
Samael bowed his head crying as the real thunderstorm began.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Nov
Amusement Parked
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
One day city visit. While parents shopped around, brother and I went to an amusement park.
We knew what we wanted to ride. Had to first go past bumping cars, carousels and the like in the kiddie section. When I spotted the roller coaster in the distance, we ran for it.
One of the biggest, a newscaster once said. The TV screen showed riders gripped with terror, rolling down in lightning speed, screaming all the way. Adrenaline rush for sure.
“Sorry, kiddos,” an attendant hollered. “Closed down for maintenance. Should be running in a day or two.”
We weren’t amused.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction regardless of the season, although she prefers spring.
Jul
Glimmer
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The rain is pounding on the window and I see water seeping through the sill. I put towels to block it, but to no avail, and the dogs are barking uncontrollably, pacing back and forth at the clap of thunder and lightning. With nothing else to do, I sit and wait for it to pass. A summer storm doesn’t usually last long.
“Three o’clock, I must’ve fallen asleep.” The dogs are beside me on the couch plopped down with their tails wagging.
I look out the window and see abundant sunshine. In the distance a glimmer of a rainbow appears.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
The Beauty Of Summertime
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Sarah sat on the beach swooshing her toes through the hot sand. In the near distance, two young girls were building a sand castle, arguing about who was the better swimmer. Sarah turned up the radio and tuned them out. She closed her eyes and let the warm ocean breeze sooth her tension. With a smile on her face she listened to the waves, in between her favorite songs.
“What a beautiful day,” she said.
Within minutes the sun disappeared and it began to thunder and lightning. Seconds later Sarah was drenched and running to her car, the day ruined.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
Forgetting Redwoods
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
There are trees on the west coast you can drive through. Ancient monoliths built by thousands of years’ work: rain, floods, winters, dry lightning fires. Our grandfathers’ fathers’, storytellers gone silent over the ages, tales forgotten, archaic aching fallen into disuse, a dead language. Even the wind cannot communicate with these trees anymore.
Wander beneath their canopy, sniffing soft bark with noses pressed to red fur, hoping to draw life form the redness; to taste green needles under tongue, run thick sap through veins. But they are sealed.
And all I smell is the distant salt water licking wet sand.
From Guest Contributor Jon Alston
Jon has an MA in Creative Writing. Good for him. He writes things from time to time, and sometimes people publish them. Good for him. On occasion, he will photograph things (or people), and maybe write about them; sometimes there is money exchanged for his services. Good for him. He is married and has two children of both genders. Way to reproduce. He is the Executive Editor and founder of From Sac, a literary journal for Northern California. How about that? Currently he teaches English at Brigham Young University, Idaho among the frozen potato fields and Mormons. Good for you, Jon.
Websites: www.fromsac.com www.jaawritter.blogspot.com
Apr
Smashed Glass
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
You remember: a blurry red light darting across the sky; the glossy road and its skewed mirror of your forehead; flashes of light into the eyes of a man in a hat, crossing the street. He remembers: two tons of steel collapsing from a rooftop, crushing his best friend flat. All that was left were two blue fingers and the smell of dust. The building remembers: the bones and bricks who made it strong, the lightning and rain licking its sides; burst out windows, a fire devouring from within like a disease. The fire remembers being the thing that burned.
From Guest Contributor, Jeremy S. Griffin