Posts Tagged ‘Love’
Dec
Dangerous
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A young couple ambled into a strip mall parking lot. Carla wrapped herself around Thomas.
“I’m making a point,” she said.
“Cool.”
“I want to show someone I’m in love.” He smiled. “An old man.”
He frowned, and Carla nodded toward a lone figure staring from across the street. She kissed Thomas hard, quick. “He found me on the dating site. We had coffee. I was, like, your picture was 30 years old! Think your Cary Grant charm would win me over?”
“Cary …?”
“George Clooney?”
Thomas pouted.
“But it’s you I love. Now go put a scare into him.”
From Guest Contributor Chris Callard
Nov
The Goblin King Slips An Empty String
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
With a slipknot on the hole of you. Look at him, all owl feathers and magic tricks, costumes and dreams, a liar in the land of the living walking on the ceilings of time. Beauty boots and poison peaches work on your weaknesses, blackmail your truth with your vanity, measuring you for fitting. He sings to things you think you are, illusions orbiting colors you can’t see with eyes so wide. The crystal ball rolls up the stairs, bait for your monstrous desire. He wants his woman to fear him. You must be starving: beautiful or not, that’s not love.
From Guest Contributor Brook Bhagat
Brook’s poetry, fiction, non-fiction, and humor have appeared in Empty Mirror Magazine, Little India, Dămfīno, Nowhere Poetry, Rat’s Ass Review, Peacock Journal, Anthem: A Tribute to Leonard Cohen, and other journals and anthologies. She has completed a full-length poetry manuscript, is writing a novel, and is editor-in-chief of Blue Planet Journal. She holds an MFA from Lindenwood University and teaches creative writing at a community college.
Nov
Flower Girl
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Springtime breeds passion. It is the riotous pheromones.
A vision wanders down the garden path in a sundress that waves in the breeze like the surrounding petals. Swaying, they dance together. Her radiant smile and obvious love for the flirting blossoms is what originally caught my attention. She gently sprinkles water.
One of her solar smiles would make my life soar. She doesn’t notice me among all this teeming beauty. Nonetheless, in love-struck desire, I sit taller as she approaches. Surely, if she can adore flowers so fully, I can cherish her as much. If only I wasn’t a cactus.
From Guest Contributor Bill Diamond
Nov
The Course of True Love
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
here is my number call would you like to see thanks I had a really I think I am falling my love is like a shall I compare thee to my true love hath I will love you until to be my lawfully wedded from this day forward to cherish till death do us what God has joined how could you treat me how long have you been after all that I have I want to get a have filed a petition for citing irreconcilable differences irretrievably broken by this agreement decree nisi to voluntarily be duly executed and delivered
From Guest Contributor Ian Fletcher
Jul
Endless Love
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He holds her close to him, the same way he has for over 70 years. She fights him and pulls away, she doesn’t know him. He doesn’t know not being with her. They were born the same day and grew up two houses apart, married once it was legal. He would visit her every day before it became too difficult. Then he moved into a room in the same care facility to be close to her. He still visits every day. He still eats meals with her. She still has no idea who he is. His is an endless love.
From Guest Contributor NT Franklin
NT has been published in Page and Spine, Fiction on the Web, 101 Words, Madswirl, Postcard Shorts, 404 Words, Scarlet Leaf Review, Freedom Fiction, Burrst, Entropy, Alsina Publishing, Fifty-word stories, among others.
Jul
End Of An Era
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I never heard my grandfather say a cross word to my grandmother. They never had an argument. Love and devotion from another era.
She started fading and could not take care of herself; he was there.
She stopped recognizing him; he wouldn’t leave her side.
She needed more care than he could give so she moved into a facility; he moved in to be with her.
She faded from his sight after 63 years and 37 days of wedded bliss. I watched him cry for the first time that day.
I buried my grandfather and grandmother on the same day.
From Guest Contributor NT Franklin
May
Calypso: Bright-Eyed Goddess
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Unknown amongst them,
she sits; awe and wonder.
Blazing eyes searching,
surrounded, glorious banquet,
wondering of the occasion.
‘Where is your father?’
Calypso forbidden his return!
Wanting the strong man herself,
locked away, a vaulted cave;
awaiting his love.
Prisoner of the Nymph’s love.
‘I actually heard he was home!’
The gods, it seemed, had sinister plans.
Not returned from battle,
vanished, Never to be seen again.
‘What is the meaning of this banquet?’
Men of Troy had heard of the banishment,
their behavior animalistic.
Seeking the love of the ‘widow,’
leaving the son belittled,
doomed to an inglorious future.
From Guest Contributor Melissa Land
May
Chivalry
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“How many years do you think we’ve known each other?” Zoey asked.
“I dunno, at least since pre-school. We’re both thirty now,” I replied. We walked the cobbled roads of Newburyport. The clouds looked like lines of poetry.
“You go first this time,” Zoey said.
“I like holding the door for you though.”
“Damn it, Tyreke. Why do you always hold the door, and hold the umbrella, and make me coffee? Women can do things you know.”
“I know that.”
“Do you feel you have to protect me, or be a man, or–––“
“I do them because I love you.”
From Guest Contributor Steve Colori
Mar
The Postcard
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I sit in the beaming sunlight reading Tim’s postcard from France repeatedly.
“Callie, I met a beautiful French woman and we’re in love. I’m not coming home.”
My sweat drips onto the postcard leaving smudge marks. How could he do this to me? I’m so aghast, I throw the postcard on the grass and my dog Bentley whimpers as I kick the lawn chair across the yard, hitting the neighbor’s fence.
“Hey, watch it, Callie! You’ll break my fence,” Charlie yells.
Before I have a chance to answer, I look at the postcard and chortle. It’s full of bird excrement.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jan
The Reason He Loves
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“How do you have so much love for me?” my wife asked. We were laying on the couch.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You understand people so well,” she said.
“It just took time,” I replied. “I wasn’t always this way.”
She put her hand on my chest. “How were you?”
“I slept with half the town. I didn’t care at all about anyone.” A shameful silence followed. “One morning I felt empty and meaningless.”
“Then what?”
“I started searching for my soul. When I found it, I was in pain.”
“And?”
“I found the only cure was love.”
From Guest Contributor Steve Colori