Posts Tagged ‘Parents’
Mar
Portmanteau
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My parents named me Heaven, a combination of their names, Heather and Kevin. They said it meant I was the most special parts of both of them.
They got divorced when I was twelve, and split everything between them, including me. They never understood the irony.
One time a guy tried to pick me up in a bar by asking if my name was Heaven. When I told him yes, he was too surprised to tell me I was the answer to his prayers.
Lucky for him. His name was Mel, and that would have made for one lousy portmanteau.
Dec
Horrors Of War
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Innocent civilians taken hostage. Families plead for their loved ones’ safe return, helpless and fearing the worst outcome. All they can do is weep and wait.
Pictures of children shown on the news, unaware of the outside world, scared, frightened, and huddled together unable to sleep, wanting their parents to save them and not knowing why they’re separated.
Countries gather to create foundations to help those in need. How long will it last?
Shootings and chaos surround streets, and gunfire echoes in the air. People bellow and search for safety, unable to find it.
These are the horrors of war.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Spooky Halloween
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Rob dons his skeleton mask and goes out the front door to his car.
The trick or treaters fill the streets with laughter, while parents keep a watchful eye on them. Rob slowly drives through the crowds as the night sky darkens the roads and he struggles to see, not wanting to remove his mask.
Finally, he arrives.
In the back seat, Rob pulls a lifelike toy out from underneath a blanket.
His friend Tim is going to get the best spooky Halloween prank of his life.
Inside Tim has a water bucket hanging over the door waiting for Rob.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
Saturday Jog
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jogging through the park, I keep the pace feeling energetic and free. The breeze against my cheeks feels refreshing and the chirping birds fill the air with song.
It’s crowded for a Saturday morning and parents are up early with their children. I pass two women pushing their young children on the swings as the boys soar high and chortle. Other joggers pass and smile contently.
I finish my lap and take a seat on the bench gulping water.
After breakfast and a shower, I will go about my regular weekend visiting my dad in the nursing home memory unit.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
The Taco Truck
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My Tata sat in the front row crying. A photograph of his beloved 1977 taco truck stood next to Mita’s casket. Very first taco truck on the east coast, he always said. Mita bought a taco from the truck at closing. She was a stunner and captured his eye. Always the gentleman, he would not let her walk home in the dark. He drew a crowd as he rolled up to her family home in the taco truck. Her parents came out and wanted to evaluate his cooking. Today will be the first day they will be apart since then.
From Guest Contributor NT 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.
Nov
Amusement Parked
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
One day city visit. While parents shopped around, brother and I went to an amusement park.
We knew what we wanted to ride. Had to first go past bumping cars, carousels and the like in the kiddie section. When I spotted the roller coaster in the distance, we ran for it.
One of the biggest, a newscaster once said. The TV screen showed riders gripped with terror, rolling down in lightning speed, screaming all the way. Adrenaline rush for sure.
“Sorry, kiddos,” an attendant hollered. “Closed down for maintenance. Should be running in a day or two.”
We weren’t amused.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction regardless of the season, although she prefers spring.
Nov
Sweet Freedom
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mira closes her eyes and concentrates.
“Very good, Mira. This time you held your concentration and an apple appeared.”
Mira takes a hard bite of the fruit with a distasteful expression. She is telekinetic, and her parents sent her to a special school for young adults with the same talent. She hasn’t forgiven them.
“Try it again, only think larger.”
Mira resumes her position and raises her lips into a grin.
The roof caves in, and a black convertible appears, surrounded by falling rubble. Mira gets in, puts the car in gear and speeds through the debris into sweet freedom.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
Family Matters
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Hola! Anyone inside?”
There were no smells of frying chicken or beans being reheated.
“It’s your Tito,” the elderly man continued.
Someone arrived to sit at one of the picnic tables nearby.
“Ran into your madre. Said you bought a food truck. Set up in my end of town. Sorry your restaurant closed down. Covid’s a beast.”
He shuffled around the vehicle, returning to the truck’s open window.
“Still angry? Not my fault your parents split up.”
The truck’s door opened and a lean young man stepped out.
“Na, not angry, gramps. Now what would you like for lunch today?”
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction regardless of the season, although she prefers spring.
Jun
Mr. Robot
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Robots Contest Entry:
I wanted a new laptop for my seventeenth birthday, but my parents bought me a robot instead.
It’s not that bad, I call it Mr. Robot. I know, it’s not that creative, but the name is fitting for a machine, and it’s become a friend. I programmed Mr. Robot to speak and follow commands. Its square eyes and grey metal body are scary to look at, but hey, it does what I need it to do.
In fact, my parents didn’t consider that it is a computer and can give me the answers to my homework.
A win all around.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
Mother’s Tears
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
In 1991 my parents invited Sharon and I on a cruise to Hawaii and Tahiti (where we had never been). This was during the run up to Desert Storm, the US invasion of Kuwait to liberate it from Iraq. The trip was quite enjoyable, but what sticks in my mind was the sight of my mother crying on the deck when we received news of the invasion. It saddened her to think of her three brothers going to war in the WWII Pacific and Korea. Flying back to the mainland USA I imagined that the plane was filled with terrorists.
From Guest Contributor Doug Hawley