Posts Tagged ‘Office’
Jun
Keeping Secrets
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Don’t tell your mother,” whispered Harold, sweeping up porcelain pieces as Jacob walked in.
“Gee, Dad, she’ll explode when she finds out.”
“That’s why I ordered a replacement.”
When the doorbell rang, Carrie raced to the door.
“Did you order anything?” she asked Harold who happened to appear alongside.
“Yes I did,” he mumbled. “I’ll open it in my office, after my next Zoom meeting.”
At dinner, everyone gathered in the dining room. Carrie glanced at the China cabinet.
“Strange,” she uttered. “I’m certain that figurine has blonde hair, not red.”
Jacob turned his head the other way to smile.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna is a writer of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. She resides in Edmonton, Canada.
Sep
Mask
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jonathan burst into the office, waving a bunch of papers and screaming out loud: “It’s all a scam, it’s a hoax. I’ve got proof in my hands. It’s the government trying to control us and all of our movements” as he rips off his oxygen filter.
Just seconds later he starts gasping and drops dead almost immediately.
Proof was indeed given to be very careful with skepticism.
Little did they know he died of acute heart failure.
And that’s why till this date the inhabitants of Planet Ksam are being closely watched and are all wearing very uncomfortable oxygen filters.
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
Sep
The Office Visit
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
In his office at the university, Professor Kudrow pounds on the computer keyboard. His research paper needs a rewrite, his ex-wife wants more child support and he feels a migraine coming on. He wants to go home and get drunk.
His grad student, James, appears in the doorway with an older gentleman.
After introductions, James’ father confronts the professor.
“My son paid you for a better grade, didn’t he? Don’t lie to me. I have documents.”
The professor froze.
“Your silence is proof enough.”
He turns to his son, “My son, a thief and cheat! I’m reporting both of you.”
From Guest Contributor Deborah Shrimplin
Jun
Gordon Perkins, Analyst
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
NATURE SUBMISSION:
Gordon drummed his pen listlessly as he stared out the window. From his office on the 24th floor, it was possible to see a sliver of ocean, but only when pressed against the glass. Here at his desk, all that was visible was the building across the street, a grey brick affair more depressing than his cubicle.
The plant on Gordon’s desk was equally as depressed, drooping over the edge of the pot, three detached brown leaves huddled in the corner. They both needed the same cure. Sunlight and soil.
Instead, Gordon returned to the spreadsheet open on his desktop.
From Guest Contributor Stanley Dutt
Feb
Freedom Of Expression
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Their art combined gibberish with colour. Exterior walls and street recycling receptacles became graphic spectacles.
“Let’s see you join us,” they demanded.
“It’s wrong to deface public property,” I replied.
When a recycling truck rolled in, frustration of the driver as to not being able to do his pickup job landed them at the school office. The self-appointed artists got suspended from class and were ordered to remove their creations.
“Did you take part in that graffiti?” Dad asked.
“No, I only watched,” I answered, careful to not disclose that they asked me for my artistic advice and I obliged.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna is a writer of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. She
resides in Edmonton, Canada with her husband and stuffed animals and
many friends.
Nov
Regrets
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I write my own praises, dictating stories to muckrakers. Advisors insist on it.
I ran for office to serve. Tragedy. Much is given, much is expected.
I spout platitudes with such grace, it scares me.
Advisors expect me to conduct myself with grace. Don’t show feelings.
Constituents expect a shining prince, savior of liberalism.
I drink copiously, the moon as my witness. I can’t contain the weight of demands, desires.
I wake up on stairwells and in closets, hangovers uniquely my own machination.
I feel failure pirouetting, a taunting ballerina. She’s right to taunt.
But I’m not allowed to regret.
From Guest Contributor Yash Seyedbagheri.
Yash is a graduate of Colorado State University’s MFA program in fiction. He is the recipient of two Honorable Mentions from Glimmer Train. His story, “Strangers,” was nominated for The Best Small Fictions. Mir-Yashar’s work is forthcoming or has been published in journals such as (mac)ro (mic), Runcible Spoon, JAB Fiction and Poetry, Unstamatic, and Ariel Chart.
Oct
Mystery Hour
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A 9-year-old girl trick-or-treating in a black-and-white Halloween costume got mistaken somehow for a skunk. The lead detective on the case is borderline Asperger’s. Covering an entire wall of her grubby office is one of those conspiracy theory maps, with all the pins connected by strings. “I’ll break anything in order to figure out how it works,” she’s famous around headquarters for saying. Her brisk confidence irks male colleagues. “Go away,” one shouts, “and take your shitty forest!” She can’t hear him. She’s out in a far corner of the city collecting evidence of the refulgence of pearls of blood.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie is the author most recently of Spooky Action at a Distance from Analog Submission Press. He co-edits the journals Unbroken and UnLost.
Dec
Cindy’s Day
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Cindy sipped her hot cocoa and let the warmth hit her stomach, as she listened to the serene crackling of the fireplace. She opened her book, and cuddled on the couch with her dog Bree, until the phone rang.
“Who could be calling me on my day off?” she asked Bree as she barked. “I feel the same way,” she said as she patted Bree’s head and answered the phone.
“Stan has called in sick. You need to come to the office now,” Cindy’s boss said without a hello.
Her planned relaxing day became a hectic day at the office.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Aug
The Benefit Of Integrity
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He sat alone at lunch. The rest of the section gathered near the tea urn to create a susurration of disapproval, which reached for some sort of crescendo which might adequately protest his being promoted without due process.
The manager emerged from her office, paused at the door – interrupting her daily early escape – to absorb, glancing occasionally in his direction. Then she approached – a study in authority.
“Sean–”
A sudden gust whipped the vertical blinds inward, toppling a desk tidy perched atop an in-tray filled with unexamined client files. The clatter distracted.
“We’re public servants. They’re entitled. I told them.”
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Oct
Sam
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Sam was a contradiction. He wore shirts partially tucked in with socks often mismatched. His hair combed in glossy strokes.
He tiptoed to his office cubicle ignoring everyone. They ignored him. Except for Anne who monitored his quota. It must’ve been adequate for he continued to pass me at the reception desk.
One day, I didn’t notice the scent of his signature aftershave. Nor saw his forlorn face staring at the patterned floor as he entered.
A radio news feature announced him as a “person of interest.” Missing. His apartment trashed.
Suddenly, everyone at the office became interested in Sam.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction.