Posts Tagged ‘Love’
Mar
Her Note
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The front door slammed.
Before leaving, she posted a note on its frame. Unlike the daily reminders she scribbled, this one was blank.
Her husband grasped at the sofa for comfort, nestling his body in her lingering perfume. Their terrier snuggled beside him.
His mind revisited their argument. Was he wrong to throw back insults at her?
When the doorknob turned, he looked up.
“I didn’t write you a note,” she said with her voice breaking.
“I noticed.”
For a while they sat together in silence watching the sunset.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her work has been published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, SixWordMemoirs, and Espresso Stories.
Feb
Betty’s Style
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Amanda glared accusingly from the living room doorway. Her father and brother didn’t even notice. They were engrossed in television. Their shared triumphant roar startled her.
“What’s wrong, love?” Mam rocked herself out of the old couch and approached. She fondled Amanda’s curls.
“Betty’s hair is a mess. I brushed it yesterday.”
Mam smiled. “Let’s see what we can do.”
***
The doll’s coiffure was perfect when Mam put her back in the toy cupboard and tucked Amanda in.
Betty waited until the lights were out before indignantly reaching up and ruffling her hair back to the way she liked it.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Jan
Short Stay
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Jan
Death’s Splendid Gifts
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Death and beauty were bound by love.
Its strength bore them two children in turn.
A prophet, intuitive and quick.
A defender, strong and kind.
Content together, all offered their talents so the world could partake of their bliss.
Beauty blessed creation, allowing all to enjoy its earthly splendor.
The prophet gave insight to decipher and atone for man’s errors.
The defender offered courage and strength to the masses.
Death bestowed his touch to all, releasing them from life’s toil.
Under their hand, humanity found constants, forever extant as long as man lived.
All inevitable, all wondrous and all binding.
From Guest Contributor Michelle Vongkaysone
Dec
The Pesto of Love
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jasper Bains had not meant to invent a love potion. He had an excess of macadamia nuts and fresh tarragon; it seemed a good idea to make pesto from them.
Every customer of Jasper’s Specialty Foods who bought some returned hand in hand with a new customer. Business was booming.
Jasper spread pesto on crackers and gave them to a frowning brown-haired woman and a young man who’d shot shy glances at her. Eyes met eyes and the winter cold was forgotten.
Jasper’s heart skipped a beat when Genevieve walked in, but he hid the pesto. That would be cheating.
From Guest Contributor Ross Clement
Dec
Santa Ritual
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I’m ten, too old to sit on Santa’s lap. Tell my parents. Please, someone?
Last year I was a brat, on purpose. Cracked inappropriate jokes, tugged his beard, farted on his pants. Hoping my message would come across.
Yet, here we go again. When asked what I want for Christmas, I belted out my thoughts.
Santa was speechless. Mom and Dad stared. Parents with kids waiting to meet Santa looked like icicles.
Then, I remembered Scrooge. “Sorry Santa,” I said, not letting him see my tears.
“You’re forgiven, son,” he replied. “The greatest gift is love. You already have that.”
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her work has been published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, SixWordMemoirs, and Espresso Stories.
Nov
Four A.M. Flyby
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Disease shrunk his body to nothingness; pain drew up his limbs, tightening his skin until not even his love for her could stave off time.
Finally, he spread his body wide in ecstasy, unfolding each joint, stretching parched skin that once pulsed strong with every heartbeat. With breath diminishing, he flexed each finger, arm, leg, until he was lifted up and out into the dawn.
Four friends awoke, soothed by the tender touch of a breeze kissing their brows. His soul passed; he whispered, “Goodbye, old and treasured friends.”
It was his leaving hour; it was his four a.m. flyby.
From Guest Contributor Karen Sallee
Oct
Beautiful Bouquet
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I love my wife. Maybe I don’t show it often enough and I will admit there is room for improvement.
The first of the season’s colourful, bright flowers are on display outside the florist shop. As soon as I lay eyes on them, they inspire me; I buy her a bunch and present them with a smile.
“What’s this for?”
“No reason. I love you.”
“What have you been up to?”
“Nothing.”
“You’ve got guilt written all over you. I’ll find out.”
“What will you find out? There’s nothing going on.”
“Enough with denying. It will all come out eventually.”
From Guest Contributor Barry O’Farrell
Barry is a actor who sometimes writes. His stories have appeared in Cyclamens & Swords, 101 Words, 50 Word Stories, and of course here at A Story In 100 Words.
Sep
Cramming For Midterms
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Back against the wall, arms at my sides, and my heart pounding in my throat and toes, I closed my eyes and let him explore the soft wetness of lips, the tight reluctance of tongue. My fingernails dug into my thighs, the way love, or maybe obsession, forces its way into the folds of your brain, seeping into your consciousness and taking over everything you thought you knew about yourself.
I surrendered, flat, still, and unendingly insecure. I hated him.
He caressed my hair and my face. The ground gave way, an unexpected and fragile molehill, and I found myself.
From Guest Contributor Stacy Gorse
Sep
A Saccharine Fairy Tale
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Once upon a time, Prince Candy met Princess Cotton at tea in the zoo. During a lovely flirtation, luscious Prince Candy realized dusk about to fall and quickly strutted away. Now, wise Princess Cotton had secretly tied twine around Prince Candy’s ankle. Following the twine through the zoo, she found it now tied to a peacock’s leg. Though the peacock screeched and pecked, she knew it was her beloved bonbon. As the sun rose, she kissed his beak changing him back into her sweet beau. Vowing unending love, they lived happily ever after, producing bundles of brightly colored cotton candy.
From Guest Contributor D. K. White-Atkinson