Posts Tagged ‘Love’
Apr
One True Love
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jesper believed in one true love. He fell for his when he was still a boy, while picking mushrooms in the forest behind his home. He met a girl in a white dress and they played for several hours, so that by the time he returned home, Jesper’s father gave him a whipping for being late.
Jesper never forgot that girl. For many years he searched everywhere for her, in his village, in the neighboring towns, along the main road that led to the city. No one knew of such a girl.
It was as if she were a ghost.
Jan
A Very Similar Spot
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Steve and Hannah stepped off the cliff together.
“Do you remember the time–” Steve interrupted her before she could finish.
“Of course I do.”
They had met at a similar spot. It had been the threat of death that had first brought them together, the romance of knowing their lives literally hung in the balance that had caused them to fall in love, the thought that overcoming danger together was the perfect way to start a relationship.
Hannah looked at her husband as the ground fast approached and sighed at the memory.
“I never realized irony could be so deadly.”
The Daily Theme from Figment for Jan. 11, 2012
(Because today’s theme was completely inappropriate for a 100 word story.)
Frame story: Two people are in the midst of an intense moment—a break-in, a breakup, a breakdown. At the height of the dramatic action, one person illustrates a point by offering an anecdote about a similar situation. Delve briefly but deeply into that example, giving it as much richness as the framing narrative. Then return to your original story about the two characters. Don’t worry about neatly resolving their tale, but explore if the anecdote has changed the pair…
Aug
The Girl With So Many Tattoos
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Brad saw her the first day of class and immediately fell in love. She was cool. She had tattoos on every part of her body. The tattoos made her an outcast as much as her attitude, but Brad loved her for both.
It wasn’t until much later that he began to see the truth. She wasn’t tattooed. She was a tattoo herself. A living, walking tattoo, capable of speech, inclined to violence. She was the ultimate artistic rendition of pure vengeance.
Brad loved her all the more. As he told his friends, “True love is not concerned with surface things.”
Aug
When A Lie Becomes The Truth
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
We wrestle with conviction. It’s twisting in our teeth, fighting for a life of its own, but we desperately want to own it for ourselves. We have no choice but to believe.
Every turn, every wobble, every retreat, is endlessly battled. Neither will cede any ground to the other. We contrive and convince and cry and construct our personal visions and we won’t let go for anything. We each must be the sole owner of the truth.
We fight for our own carefully crafted version of reality. Neither wants to be the first to admit the end of our love.
Aug
The Summer The Circus Came To Town
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jessica fell in love with the third clown from the end of the line. He had his face painted with a smile, suggesting he was frivolous but gallant. No sad clown for her. They had sex in the small tent where they kept the donkeys and goats and other uninteresting animals. It’s not how she imagined it would be, but the animals didn’t seem to notice, and she was in love. You can make anything romantic in the retelling when you’re talking to your grandchildren. The fact they drove him out of town with pitchforks only added to the romanticism.
Sep
Forbidden Love
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Isabelle hated her new town. She hated her new school. She especially hated her plastic new classmates.
Everything changed when she met Lug. He was more robust and adapted to cold weather than the other boys. He did horribly in school, but was the best running back the football team had ever seen. He ignored the rules of decorum the others obsessed over, like trendy clothes or utensils for his food.
Isabelle soon discovered Lug’s secret. He was a neanderthal. Although interspecies reproduction was frowned upon, and they would produce no viable offspring, Isabelle didn’t care. She was in love.