Posts Tagged ‘People’
Dec
Survival
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The bombs are exploding, but I don’t look back. My son is screaming, so I grab hold of his hand tightly and run.
Bullets riddle around us and people collapse to the ground. ‘Keep going’ my mind tells me and I do just that. The boat isn’t far, we just need to make it to the border.
“Hurry,” I say to George as he looks at me wide-eyed in fear. “There’s the boat he promised us. Quickly, get in.”
The rower says nothing as he helps us. His expression is of despair and loss.
We are the fortunate who survived.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Reality Shift
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Seventeen doctor visits to prove my mind was sound. In yet? I assured them that Abe Lincoln was a senator in my world. And? To me, the rapture had happened. Meaning? I was missing two billion people from a couple of days before. Did they believe me? I had photos to show them. They started feeding me pills to shut me up. What did the photos show? Deagel.com showed a population of 8.5 billion and? The current reality had 6.3 billion people. They said Photoshop. I laughed. Why? To realize one is dead when breathing is not what one expects.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Clinton is a blogger, disabled, filmmaker, and poet living in La Paz, Bolivia.
Dec
Sightseeing In The Subway
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
There are names scratched onto the walls of New York City subway cars. Monday it was Mark. Tuesday, Dylan. Wednesday, Fatima. Thursday, Kat, and Friday, Lucy. The poorly carved letters, engraved with care, resemble the jagged handwriting of a preschooler; It’s something inexplicably human. Though the scratches will fade, and the steel of the cars will corrode, I like to think otherwise; the remnants of these people will linger long after time forgets who they are. Every name I spot, a wave of tranquility washes over me as I stand in a mess of busy people in a busy city.
From Guest Contributor Eshal Yazdani
Oct
The Silken Parasol
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Elethea needs rest—there is no peace—looking for a place to hide, she’s found it. A good deal of space inside the umbrella, so she lay there with her face turned up towards the light. She cannot help but dream as she admires the firefly-lit lantern from the lamppost on the corner. Above all others, it is virtuous in golden light. Down, down, down into the darkness of the silken parasol. So gently it goes as she settles in her bitter bed. Several people walk by, uninterested in her. None of them bother to look in through the silk.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Oct
Caught
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The car is in park, with the air-conditioner cranked. I finish my ice-cold soda, and would like another, but I’m not leaving this spot. It’s broad daylight and people are walking to work or taking their kids to school. I can’t wait until this is over so I can go home and get some much-needed sleep. A cold beer and cool shower will do nicely too.
She exits the apartment wrapped in his arms passionately kissing. I snap the photos with my cell phone and text the pictures to her husband. I put the car in drive.
My payment awaits.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
One Step
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
On the borders of this serene land lay a dark shadow formed from a massive structure built on the ruins of another once-great civilization. It often feels like an ominous storm cloud in an otherwise starry sky.
The people of this land continue to work on the tower in the hope of one day reaching the heavens. To be reunited with their ancestors dancing within constellations.
On this glorious night, as the sun sets, dark clouds dissipate; the moon rises on the horizon, filling the entire night sky with dangerous possibilities as they come one step closer to the stars.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Sep
Vanity
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
There was a man I knew. He thought himself very clever and asserted he was better than me. His wrongs were a count of never (despite his relations often severed), and he swore he despised all lies. He would never show his heart, for if he had, we would plainly see a cruel and twisted thing failing his acclaim to measure. Many shared his only aim was to play people as pawns in his game. Misery was all his company could bring. Now he calls, and I neglect to answer. If perfection is his alone, I’d rather not the pleasure!
From Guest Contributor Jessah Rutledge
Jessah is a Marketing and Admin Assistant for a Realty Company and a Pikes Peak Community College student studying Fine Arts and Writing.
Aug
Exit Stage Left
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A young lady reminded me of the theatre, a single spotlight illuminating an actor on stage; blackness all around except for her brightly lit face and dust particles dancing about, defying gravity as they floated in all directions.
I also thought about a woman, a wife and mother, watching television, a solitary figure in a dark room. Her life’s work was behind her, trying to distract herself from reality by watching mindless entertainment and wondering what people had to do with themselves when they weren’t doing anything else.
Now, I’m nothing more than that dust particle floating my days away.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Aug
The Art Of Manipulation
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The art of manipulation or being a spy is something. To be a double agent or triple agent even is more interesting than one would expect.
To deal with the reality of a government. Change it just a little. By using words instead of physical assassination, one can change realities.
To get into a government or corporation and manipulate it towards good? Something very few can do. The intentions of corporations along with the state is to control the minds of the people the system of things enslaves. To change the doctrine even a bit can cause pain. Free humanity.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Clinton is an expat, filmmaker, and story teller
Jun
The Swimmer Bot
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Robots Contest Submission:
“Granddad, were robots once different from people?”
“Oh, yes. I remember when they existed just to serve us. Swimmer bots used to deliver parcels to the islands, you know. I’d watch them through binoculars as they carried goods over in waterproof rucksacks. They swam freestyle. Fast. Never stopping. Apart from one time.
About a half-mile from shore, I saw one flip onto its back. It floated for a while and I just assumed it had malfunctioned. But then it started doing slow, languid backstrokes, gazing around, as if appreciating its surroundings.
Yes, it was around that day when everything changed.”
From Guest Contributor David Lowis