Posts Tagged ‘Mother’
Aug
Bare Ruined Choirs
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
An ex-beauty queen has been found in her bedroom decapitated, limbless, a chainsaw nearby. On the wall, a decorative wooden sign says, “Breathe deeply and calmly.” How do you do that? We need a plan, an intervention, something. In Hiroshima after the bomb, they piled the bodies in the swimming pool at the college and cremated them with scrap wood. Last night when my mother finally managed to fall asleep, she dreamed she was walking through a ruined city in a hospital gown left behind from her cancer surgery, while, in the distance, sirens screamed. Assume the monster is everywhere.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie is the author of The Death Row Shuffle, forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. He co-edits the online journals Unbroken and UnLost.
Aug
Let’s Stay Focused On The Good News
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
HUBRIS CONTEST:
Gerald raced home, test in hand, too excited to look both ways as he crossed intersections. There was never any traffic anyway, and this news was too good to wait. He only paused at one point to pick up the books that had scattered on the sidewalk behind him because he’d forgotten to zip closed his backpack.
He sprinted up his driveway and burst through the front door.
“I am the GOAT!!!” He threw the paper towards his mother, who looked up in bewilderment.
“A B+ on your English exam. I’m proud of you. Now what about your math quiz?”
From Guest Contributor Breanne Nyhoff
Aug
Helicopter Parenting
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
HUBRIS CONTEST:
Malcolm was the victim of helicopter parenting. Literally. He didn’t drive to school, he flew. His mother and father, both victims of neglect and recrimination growing up, had overachieved as adults so that they could protect their own child from such abuses. This meant sheltering Malcolm from all criticisms, never allowing him to fail or even fall short in anything he did.
When he inherited the family business, he was both horribly unqualified to run a company and incapable of conceiving of the possibility of failure. Thanks however to his tremendous hubris, the company continued to thrive under his direction.
From Guest Contributor Mindy Storr
Jul
A Mother’s Love
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
First it was only yelling. Then she sported bruises. The police carted him away. He came back. He was sorry, couldn’t believe he was capable of that. She let him back in. He escalated. A fresh set of bruises appeared. The cycle continued.
She stayed to protect the child. His safety was all that mattered. A mother’s love.
A protection order was issued, papers were served, the divorce imminent. That was the legal way to handle the situation, but not Dad’s way. He wasn’t worried about legal. He didn’t give his daughter away to be slapped around. A father’s love.
From Guest Contributor NT Franklin
Jul
Melodious Birds
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Erik sat silently in the small attic, fatigued, and his legs aching from being crunched together in the confined space. His father had told him to stay quietly hidden until the birds chirped.
Before the gunshot, his mother screamed. His father yelled a profanity, then he heard another gunshot and muffled his cries.
As Erik awakened, the birds sang. He slowly opened the creaking door and went downstairs.
In the kitchen, his parents bloodied bodies laid on the floor and a Nazi soldier stood against the wall.
“Ich habe gewartet.” I’ve been waiting.
A gun was aimed at Erik’s head.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Learning To Read
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I lean into my chair holding the book by its bind, learning to read what I did not as a child, but now with gray in my stubble. Flipping through the pages, feeling the paper crease between my fingers, I fumble to link it all together.
I follow the words with a methodical dexterity of a trained scientist, and with repetition, I begin to sense the fruits of my labor, basking in the glow of my mother’s maiden language come alive.
The exercise ends with a whistle, as I close my cookbook and taste the pepperpot burn my overeager tongue.
From Guest Contributor Eric Persaud
Eric is an Indo-Guyanese American living in New York City. He is currently working on his doctoral dissertation in Public Health and writing stuff in his free time.
Jun
The Squeaky Gate
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Carol heard the front gate creak; someone had come into the garden. “Who could it be? Who is out at midnight?” The doorbell rang. She quickly put on her bathrobe and started for the door, then hesitated. Should she answer it? What if someone wanted to harm her?
Carol slowly cracked the door and saw her mother standing there.
“Mom! What are you doing here?”
“Promise me you will take care of your brother.”
Her mother turned and walked away.
The next morning Carol learned that her mother had died of a heart attack the night before at 11 pm.
From Guest Contributor Janice Siderius
Jun
Abandoned Doctrines
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It had been deserted for far too long. All it took was a little black and white and the first brave soul came venturing in. That was the spark required. Many from far and wide, of different colours, proportions and voices came flying in. The place now housed so many flying entities. Remember when it once only contained the shackled soul of a socially dictated purpose her father had nurtured with care and her mother with ignorance. They say knowledge spreads like wildfire, the unabating hunger that can infect one and all, forcing people to abandon homes, doctrines and conventions.
From Guest Contributor Ronit Mukherji
Jun
Creation
by thegooddoctor in Uncategorized
The painting of the woman holding a baby close, swaddled in a white blanket, is meticulous. Her long unkempt hair is covering her face, and a man leaning over has his hands gently placed on each of her shoulders. The mother’s tear drop gives off a somber scene; however, the colorful blue background breaks the bleakness.
“Sarah, this sullen painting, even with blue in the background, isn’t joyful as I instructed.”
“It is.”
“Explain.”
“If my brother hadn’t been still born, I wouldn’t have been created.
Sarah packed her supplies and, satisfied, left the room with a sensation of stares.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
Progress
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
NATURE SUBMISSION:
Kyrel sucks the last remaining liquid from his glucose package and drops the empty packet on the floor. His mother always complains about the lack of variety, but GelCorp has come out with three new flavors in the last month, all thoroughly tested on young consumers to ensure their likability.
His mother’s always going on about the way things used to be. Kyrel is more modern in his outlook. The companies are simply responding to consumer demand, not forcing anything on anyone. Who wants to eat so-called food when you can get your nutrition custom-engineered to your exact genetic profiles?
From Guest Contributor Jeff Heston