Posts Tagged ‘Night’
Nov
The Lit Bedroom
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
As nightfall descended, a feathery latecomer gathered crumbs from Vi’s patio. Lights in a nearby house turned off, except for one.
It shone from a second story. An elderly woman was seen looking out the window.
When Vi met the house owner at their communal mailbox, she remarked on the upstairs light being left on at night and asked how long the guest would be visiting.
The neighbor looked perplexed. She said it was her mother’s room, until her death a year ago.
Vi wondered if her imagination played tricks. Since their conversation, that bedroom light no longer lit up.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction, primarily residing in Edmonton, Canada.
Nov
Me Or The Dog
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It was challenging moving into my girlfriend’s studio apartment. It was crowded for two adults and an ancient Shar Pei wrinkly beast.
“Package deal,” Sheila smiled. “I love you but -”
Shorthand, it meant Skippy slept with us. He snored, farted, whimpered in his sleep and pushed me to the brink of falling off the bed as his massive paws twitched.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I threw down the gauntlet.
“It’s me or the dog.”
That night I discovered Sheila changed the locks. Skippy barked at me through the window as if to say, “I loved her first.”
From Guest Contributor Marc Littman
Sep
Cold
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He’d never told a girl that he loved her before. The anxiety was far worse than a first kiss, his teeth chattering as if he’d been blasted by cold air. Although the June night was hot, she rubbed his arms, to warm him.
He started a couple of times, the vibration of his teeth getting in the way. Finally, amid a sparse chorus of crickets and the buzz of the street lamp over head, he said the words.
She responded by kissing him and holding him tightly, but that summer she would never say the words he craved to hear.
From Guest Contributor Ran Walker
Ran is the author of 24 books. He teaches creative writing at Hampton University in Virginia. He can be reached via his website, www.ranwalker.com.
Jul
Montana Woman
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I didn’t know you were dying until I saw what your grown daughter posted on Facebook under your name. For a minute, I wondered if I should “Like” the post as a way to convey my sympathy. Probably not, right? It was the sort of dilemma that once would have had you shaking your head in amused despair at me. Your daughter says that now you mostly just sleep. Where I am, some 1,900 miles from you, yellow daisy-like flowers that shut at night as though sleeping or even dead open at the touch of morning, bodies exploding from coffins.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie is the author of more than a dozen poetry collections, including most recently Gunmetal Sky (Thirty West Publishing).
Jun
That Night And What Came After
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I reached up to cover my eyes and when I lowered my hands again, she was gone. No not gone, not completely. I could still glimpse her through the clouds.
I was aware that others had entered the room, and now I watched as a winged angel sailed out into the moonlit sky. I stood there speechless and motionless, one hand still strapped to the bed. I do not know who brought a coverlet and draped it around my nakedness. No one spoke for a very long time.
I remember little else. A sedative was administered and finally, I slept.
David Rae is an author of award winning flash fiction, short stories and two dark fantasy novels. His latest CROWTOWER is available here and more of his work can be read for free on his website David Rae Stories.
Jun
The Seventh Floor
by thegooddoctor in Uncategorized
The squad car with blue lights flashing lit up the night and announced a police presence before he entered the building.
The receptionist looked up at the cop coming through the door and smiled.
“Good evening officer. This is becoming a regular occurrence.”
“Yes, Ma’am, second Friday night this month,” said the cop.
“Let me guess, seventh floor? Mrs. Smith called about Frannie’s drinking party again?”
“Bingo.”
“We’ll try to settle Mrs. Smith down first, then talk with Frannie.”
“Thanks.”
The cop shook his head and asked, “How loud can they be? This is a retirement village for God’s sake.”
From Guest Contributor N.T. Franklin
NT Franklin has been published in Page and Spine, Fiction on the Web, 101 Words, Friday Flash Fiction, CafeLit, Madswirl, Postcard Shorts, 404 Words, Scarlet Leaf Review, Freedom Fiction, Burrst, Entropy, Alsina Publishing, Fifty-word stories, Dime Show Review, among others.
Apr
Watching Me
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Her eyes flashed with mischief in the warm street light. Green, full of longing, on a young fall night. Her hand merged with mine and then her breath drew short–and I felt nothing.
In a moment I saw myself in the third person, a cold drifting observer. Helplessly I looked, unaware of my own consciousness, merely seeing–there she was, running her hand down his face, soft voice muffled as through wool. Her fingers brushed across his cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned forward. Their lips moved together and apart, and the moment passed.
I had missed it.
From Guest Contributor Caleb Woodman
Caleb is an aspiring spiritual writer studying at Pikes Peak Community College.
Apr
Whiskey On His Breath
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Grampy came into my bedroom with whiskey on his breath. He had a bible in his hand, so it would be awhile before he left and I could go to sleep.
That night it was all about how Joe Frasier was never the boxing champion Ali was, and never would be. Sure, anyone would pick Smokin’ Joe in a street fight, but not in the “sweet science.” Joe had no body discipline, he beat the air. Corinthians said so.
Grampy passed on thirteen years ago. Each night I close my eyes and hope he’ll come reeling into my bedroom again.
From Guest Contributor N.T. Franklin
NT Franklin has been published in Page and Spine, Fiction on the Web, 101 Words, Friday Flash Fiction, CafeLit, Madswirl, Postcard Shorts, 404 Words, Scarlet Leaf Review, Freedom Fiction, Burrst, Entropy, Alsina Publishing, Fifty-word stories, and Dime Show Review, among others.
Apr
Deep Moaning Blues
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
They’re traveling incognito, George Washington with a moustache and Abe Lincoln without a beard. Time is like a river that has jumped its banks and carved a brazen new course through the ruins of fabled industries. They follow its many twists and turns, only to find themselves weeks later cold, ragged, and hungry, and under perpetual ban. Meanwhile, killers walk around free if they’re white and have a badge. It’s as though the laws have been rewritten by malignant algorithms. A night of solid sleep is impossible. The moans that keep waking me up, I finally realize, come from me.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie Good is the author of more than a dozen poetry collections, including most recently Gunmetal Sky (Thirty West Publishing).
Apr
Sometimes
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Sometimes at night I cling to her hand in the darkness and try to imagine what she’s dreaming.
Sometimes the illusion of connection is disrupted enough that I acknowledge–never out loud–the person I fell in love with is my own creation.
Sometimes I wake up early and clean the house before I go to work without ever insisting on credit.
Sometimes I’m so angry that the next words out of my mouth will mean the end.
Sometimes her smile reminds me of why I asked her to marry me.
But most of the time we just watch television.