Posts Tagged ‘Picture’
Sep
Giant Ship
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I listened to the sound of the waves smack against the giant ship, closed my eyes and pictured my wife’s face. Her radiant smile and long blond hair made my heart pulsate. Soon we’d be together once we docked in New York, and she’d be waiting for me with open arms and our son. I relished the thought.
I dropped the picture when the ship shuddered. I opened the door and panicked people filled the hallway.
“What happened?” I asked out loud.
“Titanic has hit an iceberg,” answered a fidgety man.
I went back into my cabin.
Titanic wouldn’t sink.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
A Picture Of Him
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The rain came in through the window, but she didn’t move to close it. Her eyes were fixated on the picture of her late husband.
His toothy grin, unkempt hair, and the obnoxious Rolling Stones t-shirt brought a smile to her face. She had forgotten how goofy he could be when taking a photo. He had the complete inability to be serious when a camera was pointed at him. The various ridiculous poses and his exaggerated grins came to mind and made her chuckle to herself.
She gently traced his face with her fingertip as tears glided down her cheeks.
From Guest Contributor Zane Castillo
May
Papers
by thegooddoctor in Uncategorized
– Good afternoon, sir. Can I see your papers, please?
– Is there a problem, officer? I don’t think I was speeding, was I?
– I said: papers.
– …uhm…all right. Here they are.
– Are you the person on this ID?
– Yes, I am.
– This picture isn’t very recent.
– Can I take a look? … No it isn’t.
– I’m afraid I’ll have to bring you in, sir.
– What? Because my picture isn’t very up-to-date?
– No sir, because of the consequences it might have.
– Such as?
– Well…you might run into someone you bullied as a kid and who is now a cop.
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
Apr
Sacrifice And Prayer
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
John jumped into the trench for cover, and a dead soldier stared blankly into nothingness. John silently prayed, took a deep breath, reloaded his rifled musket and repositioned. He abhorred shooting at his own people, but that was the only way. President Lincoln wanted slaves freed and John believed slavery was inhumane.
John pulled out a picture of his wife and stared at her radiant smile. He said another prayer, kissed his wife’s face, climbed up the trench and fired. Return shots echoed in his ears.
His wife’s photo remained clutched in his hand as he fell to the ground.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
Burning Uncertainty
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
HISTORICAL FICTION ENTRY:
My elder sister Tanya and I burn portraits of Nicholas, watching his solemn eyes melting. Melting, melting. Flames envelop his beard, rising into the night sky.
“To the Revolution,” she proclaims. “We’ll be happy again.”
“To happiness,” I proclaim. I hug Tanya. She smells of sweat and oil and victory.
I wonder what will come next. We’ve lost homes and positions, slaved in Siberia. She was a teacher and I, a writer. Those positions are in the past, though.
Will we be of use? Or will the Revolution brand us too bourgeois?
I wish the picture wouldn’t burn so fast.
From Guest Contributor Yash Seyedbagheri
Yash is a graduate of Colorado State University’s MFA program in fiction. Yash’s work is forthcoming or has been published in WestWard Quarterly, Café Lit, 50 Word Stories, (mac)ro (mic), and Ariel Chart.
Feb
Happy Valentine’s Day
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It had been six months since Emma’s dog Max passed away. She still felt his head on her lap, breathing softly as she pet his head. She missed their walks together and his playful barks when she’d throw him the ball. He’d catch it every time, the ball hanging from his mouth.
The picture on the end table had been a favorite. Max in her arms, licking her fingers, tail wagging, a smile on Emma’s face cuddling her friend.
The doorbell rang, distracting Emma.
“Surprise,” her boyfriend said and placed the puppy in her arms.
Emma’s valentine wish came true.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Nov
This Boy’s Life
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Sammy’s live-in, Tanya, abhors Sammy’s pet tarantula, Quentin. Tanya’s friend, Gwen—Sammy’s illicit lover—sees murder in Tanya’s eyes. Quentin disappears. Sammy suspects Tanya. Time smolders. Back into the picture Quentin dramatically creeps. Tanya proves Gwen prescient, then moves out. Gwen moves in, eventually giving birth to a boy they call Quentin. Time bursts into flames. Hating his parents for naming him after a spider, Quentin kills spiders to spite them, worrying school counselors. Twenty-first century America. Mad boy. 3-D printers. Time, get wise. They call the boy Thomas. He learns violin, no spiders wantonly harmed in this boy’s life.
From Guest Contributor Darrell Petska
Darrell is a Madison, Wisconsin writer. View some of his fiction and poetry at conservancies.wordpress.com.
Oct
Mistaken Identity
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Patricia?”
“Yes, Sir?” replied the student being questioned.
“Wonderful!”
Mr. Griffin gazed at his student’s artwork.
“I improved the charcoal shading,” Patricia beamed. She looked up for
his reaction.
“I mean your dance of the sugar plum fairy was wonderful,” the teacher
clarified.
“It was Delores. Not me.”
“What were you?”
“One of the reindeer.”
Mr. Griffin gazed into the distance. “Delores!” he yelled and
commenced walking towards her.
Patricia’s eyes filled with tears. A few landed on her drawing.
Someone tapped her shoulder.
“Nice picture. You’re a gifted artist,” Paul the student sitting next
to her said.
Patricia smiled.
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.
Jan
Facebook Friends
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I only ever communicate with Kari on Facebook. We are too similar now, both forever reliving the war we shared like stale bread. She lost her Navy career after an inpatient stay while I am just trying to get to the end of mine by avoiding the pills doctors offer for anxiety and depression. Yesterday she posted a picture from Camp Bastion of her and a British nurse we worked with. The caption said this is my favorite person from Camp Bastion. I write in the comments section my least favorite person from Bastion was me. She says she understands.
From Guest Contributor Matthew Borczon
Nov
The Wonder Of Pictures
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Beth became chilled from the eerie black and white photo. A picture of supposed birds, looked like three monsters from a low-budget horror flick. Still, she stared at it wide-eyed. What did it mean? Why was she fascinated? She turned the picture upside down and sideways studying it, hoping to find meaning. It was useless. After all, in the digital world, anything could happen. She decided to let go of her obsession and tossed the unpleasant picture into the garbage can. After she left the room, that same photo appeared on the coffee table waiting for the next family member.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher