Posts Tagged ‘Money’
May
Deadly Decisions
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She was just as charismatic as he had imagined her. She was not beautiful, really, her nose was too big. But standing there in the throne room, Marcus could see why Caesar had been fascinated. Part of it was the wealth and the power. Now it was his turn to woo her; he needed her money and ships to accomplish his plan to rule Rome.
He caught her gaze and the future became real to him. They would sail the Nile and have great military successes in the East. But he couldn’t see the asp slithering along in his future.
From Guest Contributor Janice Siderius
Apr
The World Is Nothing But Chaos And Entropy
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Brian stared at the devastation. Where once stood his immaculately kept garage, packed with 45-years worth of careful philatelic curation, was a skeletal frame and mound of black cinders. His eye would be diverted by what momentarily struck him as an envelope floating on the breeze, but turned out was nothing but ash.
His wife attempted consoling him. Imagine the insurance payout! But his devotion had never been about money. Only now, staring at the remains of his life’s work, did he truly understand his need for the comfort of a well-aligned stamp in a world of chaos and entropy.
Apr
God Bless America
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
HISTORICAL FICTION ENTRY:
He was met by his family at the Orlando airport after 12 long months of active duty.
Captain Steven Hooks was a free man. Now that the Army didn’t need him anymore, he could get back to being a husband and a father and re-open his dental practice.
Gloria, his wife, suggested a movie for his first night home. They gave the kids baths, dressed them in cozy pajamas, and loaded them into the station wagon.
Upon arriving at the booth he handed the cashier the money but she wouldn’t take it.
“Sorry, but this drive-in is for whites only.”
From Guest Contributor E. Barnes
E. has works published at Entropy, Spillwords, The Purple Pen, The Haven, and several works are in the anthology, “NanoNightmares.”
Feb
I Bring Her Diamonds. My Hands Are Full Of Them
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I bring her diamonds. My hands are full of them.
“Please,” she sobs heavily, “stop coming back.”
I had no money for diamonds, once.
When my car crashed, the exploding windshield sent diamonds rushing deep into me – my eyes, throat, hands – all shining in the moonlight. The pain was overwhelming. And then it stopped. And all I could think was I finally had something to give her.
Every full moon I come to her porch at midnight, to show her how they shine in my open hands. But every time she only holds her head and softly cries.
From Guest Contributor Eric Robert Nolan
Dec
The Gift
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Timothy wants a brother for Christmas.
His mother, divorced, comes up with an alternative solution and sits Timothy on her lap. “Honey, there’s another way we could give you a similar present. Each month we can sponsor a child.”
Timothy tilts his head. “What does that mean, Mommy?”
“Well, each month we’ll send money to help the boy get food, education, and whatever he needs. Some children in other countries can’t afford these things and need help.”
Timothy’s face lit up the room with his radiant smile. “I like that, Mommy.”
In Bangladesh, a little boy has a happy holiday.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jan
Something Gained, Something Lost
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She took a long drag on her cigarette before crushing it out in the ashtray. Then she opened the drawer to her bedside locker and said: Okay, young man, the world’s your oyster. Take your pick.
Apart from the shelves of the drugstore, I’d never seen so many condoms.
If it’s all the same with you, I said, I’ll choose the red one. I like red.
She smiled again and said: Suit yourself, Baby.
I briefly wondered whether I should ask her to marry me. I didn’t.
Barely five minutes after that, I left with no money and no virginity.
From Guest Contributor Henry Bladon
Jan
Street Hustle
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Hey man, wanna buy a Rolex,” the punk in the shiny nylon jacket asked as he approached me on the street.
“How much?” I asked as I looked around to see if he had a partner. He didn’t.
“Thirty bucks, and it’s the real thing,” he told me as he handed the watch to me.
I pretended to be examining the watch, when I said “hold on,” as I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out my badge.
“Metro vice,” I announced as I reached for my handcuffs. He spun around and ran like Jack the bear towards Fremont.
From Guest Contributor Leroy B. Vaughn
May
Daydreaming
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Morning. Walking to the shops in a daydream, hungover. My mind wanders and takes me somewhere else….
I am sitting at the bar in the Wolf Dog Tavern with John. I ask the landlord to sub me a fifty. The landlord moans, ‘go and cut some lawns and make your own money.’ I tell him that I will have money next week. John was going to cut his lawn by the fish factory.
A lady snaps me out of my reverie, I must have be talking aloud and waving my hands.
‘You alright?’ She asks assuming that I am mad.
From Guest Contributor Declan Kelly
Declan lives in Mayo, Ireland. He is a big fan and follower of Irish heritage, culture, and beer.
Feb
Brothers In Arms
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
‘You used my envelope,’ Cian stated
‘You weren’t using it!’ his brother Padraic replied.
‘It’s my fecking envelope.’
‘There’s a draw full of envelopes!’
‘I wanted that one,’
‘It sat on the kitchen table two weeks and you didn’t touch it you fucker ya!’
‘But I was going to and I paid for the feckin’ thing!’ Cian yelled, whilst swigging some Paddy’s.
‘I’ll give you the money,’
‘I don’t want the feckin’ money, I want me envelope back.’
‘It’s gone now use one of the others!’
‘Bollocks to this shite, I’m going on the feckin’ Beer!’
‘Well feck off then….’
From Guest Contributor Valkyrie Kerry Kelly
Nov
The Reading
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The flashing sign blinds Marissa’s eyes. The door says enter, and she pushes it open with a sigh.
“Please sit,” says the woman in flamboyant blue and green gypsy clothes. “I assume you want a reading.”
“Yes, good and bad.”
The woman takes Marissa’s right hand and reads her palm. “I don’t see a future for you. There will be no success or love in your life. You will die tragically and without warning.”
Marissa jolts in her chair. “I’m not up to this. Here’s your money.”
Anxious and distracted, Marissa doesn’t see the car coming. She dies on impact.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher