Posts Tagged ‘Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher’
Nov
Sweet Freedom
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mira closes her eyes and concentrates.
“Very good, Mira. This time you held your concentration and an apple appeared.”
Mira takes a hard bite of the fruit with a distasteful expression. She is telekinetic, and her parents sent her to a special school for young adults with the same talent. She hasn’t forgiven them.
“Try it again, only think larger.”
Mira resumes her position and raises her lips into a grin.
The roof caves in, and a black convertible appears, surrounded by falling rubble. Mira gets in, puts the car in gear and speeds through the debris into sweet freedom.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Nov
Chaos
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
George fires his rifle, and the bullet hits the enemy in the gut. The man lands with a thud, and blood drips from his mouth. George seeks cover in a nearby ditch, men screaming and dying all around. The sun is fading, and the firing hasn’t stopped. He can’t stay there any longer. One of his comrades jumps in.
“Charles, we need to get out soon or we’ll be sitting ducks.”
They wait until the firing slows and run.
George gets to the other side, but Charles gets fatally shot in the chaos.
George continues running and never looks back.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Oct
The Long Battle
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The heat has taken its toll on my men and the tents smell of sweat and rotting flesh. The battle raged taking many of my soldiers, still left in the trenches, their corpses exposed.
I take refuge in my own tent and remove my wife’s letter from my uniform pocket where I’ve kept it for the last month, her encouraging words the only solace to get me through this hell of a war. The scent of her fragrance has worn, but I envision her beautiful smile.
A loud explosion startles me. I inadvertently drop the letter and run for cover.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Oct
The Lion
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The bold lion hunts searching for prey. In the distance it spots a striped zebra, and slowly makes its move. The zebra is unaware of the lion’s approach and continues chewing grass. Now the lion hauls its front legs forward and jumps midair landing on top of the zebra. The zebra howls in fear too frightened and not strong enough to fend off the fearless lion. The struggle is short lived as the lion bites the zebra’s neck, killing it instantly. As the deceased animal lays limp the lion devours it, content.
The courageous animal forages the fields once again.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Oct
Caught
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The car is in park, with the air-conditioner cranked. I finish my ice-cold soda, and would like another, but I’m not leaving this spot. It’s broad daylight and people are walking to work or taking their kids to school. I can’t wait until this is over so I can go home and get some much-needed sleep. A cold beer and cool shower will do nicely too.
She exits the apartment wrapped in his arms passionately kissing. I snap the photos with my cell phone and text the pictures to her husband. I put the car in drive.
My payment awaits.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
First Step
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My head rotates like the Earth around the sun, except at excessive speed.
It’s difficult to go outside, being afraid of germs and diseases, and wearing a mask does nothing to assure me. I went from going out when necessary to ordering what I need online. My therapist keeps saying I need to take it one day at a time, so today I’m taking my first step.
I place my hand on the front doorknob and breathe. It slowly creaks open.
As I walk onto my front porch, I remember what it’s like to feel the air against my face.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
Trap
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Rachel pulled her hat covering her face and walked. Curfew was about to begin, and the gestapo would be patrolling. She had an important piece of information tucked inside her left shoe and she had to get back to the safe house.
Rachel heard footsteps and a chill ran down her spine. They became quicker and then it went dark. A hand touched her shoulder, and she was about to run, when a man’s voice said her code name, Vivian.
“It’s too dangerous to go back to the safe house. Quickly, come.”
Soon Rachel would realize it was a trap.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
Adrian’s Jog
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Adrian jogged in the park, the autumn breeze against his face. He nodded his good morning to fellow joggers as he enjoyed the chirping birds.
When he finished his laps, he stopped at the breakfast truck and bought his usual cup of black coffee.
The owner handed Adrian his change. “Crisp morning.”
Adrian sipped his coffee before responding. “Yeah, sure is.”
He said goodbye and took a seat on the bench.
The park began to fill with dog owners taking their pets for morning walks and the cool air warmed.
Adrian relaxed and closed his eyes.
It began to rain.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Aug
Clinging To Hope
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The crew is swept out to sea by the powerful waves. I hear their screams as they are drowning, and it’s haunting. The captain died by a blow to the head and it’s every man for himself. I jump into the deep ocean and grab onto a piece of debris. As I’m floating, I hear distant cries of the men still onboard the ship. They are sinking and clinging to the railing. I’ve known these men for years. I hold on tightly and pray.
In and out of consciousness, my head is weary, and my stomach growls.
Help will come.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Aug
Key
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I rummage through drawers and cabinets before placing everything back. It hits me then. There must be a hidden key somewhere. I look under every piece of furniture and there it is under the desk chair. I scan the room and come across a painting of the Fuhrer that is askew. I remove it from the wall and find a safe. The key fits.
Inside are papers with the Nazi’s plans. I memorize what I can and place the picture and the key back, making haste through the rear entrance without being noticed.
Outside, I breathe a sigh of relief.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher