Posts Tagged ‘Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher’
Apr
Buried
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
HISTORICAL FICTION ENTRY:
Quintus, uncomfortably warm, found himself staring blankly at the frescoes on his wall of intertwined naked ladies and men. Startled out of his daydream when the floor shook and the walls cracked, he ran through the atrium to the front wooden door and opened it. People scrambled the streets, colliding into one another screaming in terror. Mount Vesuvius had erupted into fiery lava, ash and pumice.
Quintus ran, but the roof collapsed and buried him in a pile of burning rocks. With shallow breathing, and his lungs collapsed, he bid farewell to Pompeii as the sound of dying screams faded.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
My Usual Jog
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I stretch my legs inhaling and exhaling. It’s a beautiful abundant sunshiny day, and I’m ready for my jog. Not many people are out and that’s normal nowadays.
Each day I pass the same houses. My favorite is the one with the bright yellow sunflowers along the front walkway. What else do people have to do in the spring, so why not make their yards look nice?
Since jogging, my legs have strengthened and I’m more energetic. I’ve been working from home and cooking more, but I miss the previous world. However, I won’t let Covid-19 take away my jogging.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
Head Held High
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Amira’s mother quickly pulled the floorboard out, placed her daughter in the hole, shut it, then heard a loud bang. They kicked in the door.
“I knew we’d find a Jew here. Where are the others?”
Anita held her head high. “There are no others. Only me.”
“Take her.”
Amira’s body trembled as she listened to the footsteps and voices above.
“No, I won’t let you take me,” Anita struggled to break free and was shot. She dropped to the floor and whispered her daughter’s name.
Amira held back tears as the Nazi’s laughs and footsteps faded from her ears.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
Panic At Sea
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mary attached her life vest to her body, squeezed through the screaming crowd and made her way to the lifeboats. The cold air chilled her body and numbed her feet; she could barely walk. Frozen in fear, she waited. After being placed in the lifeboat, panicked passengers tried to jump in as the deck hand began lowering them down. He took out his gun and started firing at no one in particular and shot a poor elderly man.
Mary, stunned, looked at the dark sea beneath, bodies floating by.
Titanic began to sink, and the lifeboat collapsed into the ocean.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
Sweet Lullaby
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Brianne gently swung the bassinet humming a lullaby. It had been in her family for years and it was her turn to place a baby in it.
She decorated the nursery with teddy bears and yellow duckling wallpaper. She spent the majority of her time in the baby’s room holding the many tiny onesies her family gave her and reading the children’s books for the baby’s library.
“Honey, I’m home,” said her husband Greg as he entered the room with a bouquet of freshly scented red roses.
Brianne began to weep.
It was time to tell him about the miscarriage.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
Happy Valentine’s Day
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It had been six months since Emma’s dog Max passed away. She still felt his head on her lap, breathing softly as she pet his head. She missed their walks together and his playful barks when she’d throw him the ball. He’d catch it every time, the ball hanging from his mouth.
The picture on the end table had been a favorite. Max in her arms, licking her fingers, tail wagging, a smile on Emma’s face cuddling her friend.
The doorbell rang, distracting Emma.
“Surprise,” her boyfriend said and placed the puppy in her arms.
Emma’s valentine wish came true.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
Musician
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Annika Dagmar, skilled with a violin, had dreamed of playing on stage with other musicians entrancing the audience. That would’ve been possible had there been no war.
Priceless paintings and other expensive belongings were sold to have food on the table, except Annika’s violin and case. Her father didn’t have the heart to sell them.
The war had ruined Annika’s family and many other Jewish Germans throughout the country.
“It’s not safe to live here. We must leave everything and go tomorrow before things get much worse,” said Mr. Dagmar.
The violin would never be touched by Annika’s fingers again.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
Dangerous Waters
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
After smoking cigarettes with a few other men in the lounge, I walk onto the deck for some ocean air, and watch the water splash against the Lusitania. I rest my arms against the railing and look out at the great ocean. After taking a deep breath, I notice a ship in the near distance. Other passengers are pointing, and no one seems panicked, but I know. Below I hear a rumble and see something approaching at great speed. A torpedo.
I jump, and when I hit the water, a mental image of my family without me, aches my heart.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jan
Dinner Time
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Sam sat, crossed his hands over his chest, and sighed.
“Baked chicken, boiled potatoes, and string beans. Really, Mom?”
“You know the doctor wants you to eat healthy,” she answered, filling his dish.
Sam swallowed a piece of chicken and it was like a rock had hit his stomach. He missed the crispy taste of fried, juicy white meat.
“String bean pie for dessert,” he chuckled and noticed a hair on his dish.
Sam removed his hat and a clump of his hair fell on the table.
“Does this mean the radiation is working?”
His mother gasped at the sight.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Humbug New Year’s
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
On the television, the ball in Time’s Square dropped. “Happy New Year,” the crowd shouted. I gulped my wine, not a fan of champagne, and shut the TV. After all, I detested New Year’s Eve. It’s a lonely holiday for some, myself included, and I’d rather get drunk on wine in the comfort of my own home, warm by the fire.
Tired, I took off my robe, climbed into bed and turned off the lamp. I told myself, tomorrow would be just another day.
Instead of spending the first day of the new year relaxing, I typed my resignation letter.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher