Posts Tagged ‘Road’

3
Aug

The Same

by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

The birds flew by

as the wind blew past.

Cars come cruising, crossing coastlines.

They’re the same.

Birds fly free with the ocean breeze

and the cars follow along to their graceful flight.

They’re the same, together in the light.

One flies,

one drives.

They’re the same.

An endless road.

An infinite sky.

They’re the same.

It’s no race,

they’re at the same pace.

The road twists and the car does not slow.

The bird resists the wind and flies high.

They’re the same.

The road is black and yellow,

and the sky is blue and white.

They’re the same.

From Guest Contributor Daniel Duong

10
May

A Close Call

by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

She traveled on a budget during her graduation trip. After getting off the train, she headed to a village near a scenic spot. It was dark when she arrived. She hoped to stay overnight with a peasant family.

A 58-year-old man passed and spotted her crouching alone on the road. He offered to let her stay over. He was too poor to afford a wife and believed it was his chance. He made her tea and put knockout drops in it.

As she was about to drink it, two travelers knocked at the door and asked for a night’s lodging.

From Guest Contributor Huina Zheng

Huina either coaches her students to write at work or write stories for fun after work.

6
Apr

Strange Creatures

by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

There is only one road from here to there, cutting through the hills of rolling greens with the occasional grove of trees breaking up the monotony. Soon, this too will be gone, in its place, parking lots and strip malls, housing offices that employ free thinkers selling ethically sourced products from other once beautiful patches of green.

As my electric car reaches the zenith of these rolling hills, I spot the strange creatures spinning hundreds of feet in the air.

We reminisce.

“Remember how beautiful that stretch of land was?”

“Where?”

“You know, that boring stretch between there and here.”

From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster

30
Nov

Thick Crust

by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

The real Spartacus was among the guys who answered to that name when Romans captured hundreds. No photos on file—he was the one who looked like Kirk Douglass.

He’d take his punishment alone for leading the slave uprising. Except his men wouldn’t allow it. The Romans spread them out along the Appian Way, crucified.

Appian Way was a strange name for a box mix of pizza dough a few eons after the action.

No one schools Romans. That’s clear as he walks to the cross they raise. Still, he’d do it all over—break for freedom, die beside the road.

From Guest Contributor Todd Mercer

18
Oct

East Of Deadwood

by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

Off in the distance, hundreds of lifeless began to shuffle toward town. Vernon turned and saw the cowboy he’d killed staring at him with bloodshot eyes.

“We have to get out of here,” Vernon said.

Emmett answered, “I agree. It’ll only get worse.”

Vernon patted him on the back. He was a good man to have on his side.

They watched them scurry about like insects surrounding the few remaining living. The corpses hadn’t crossed a burned-out piece of road.

Vernon added, “West is our ticket out.”

Hell-bent for leather on horseback, they left the living and the un-dead behind.

From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster

23
Aug

The Journey

by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

She crawls up the streambank to the edge of the road to carry out her innate mission. Now in the twelfth year of her life, she’s made the trip six times before, but the litter gets worse every year. On her way to the roadside, she moves past another snapping turtle hopelessly tangled in clear fishing line. Discarded beer cans and bottles keep getting in her way. She claws away sand and starts laying eggs. Fifty white eggs are guided into the hole and covered, only to be abandoned; in ninety days, the turtle hatchlings will be on their own.

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.

1
Jun

Choices

by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

Robots Contest Entry:

The salesman gently touched the ‘sale completed’ icon.

“Lovely. I have your choices.

Color, size, and finance.

As you know, the ‘AI Whoosh’ will be delivered preloaded with all your personal preferences.

Music, regular routes, and recharging stations.

That just leaves us with your safety level preferences.

Six questions for you to answer, A or B.

Ready?

Your car sensors detect that a child is about to step in front of you.

How do you want your Whoosh to react:

A. Ensuring your own safety; continuing in a straight line?

B. Putting your safety at risk; swerving across the road?”

From Guest Contributor John Holmes

John, based in the North East of England, is a writer of short fiction. Winner of the The Times Short Crime Fiction Story prize. In the last 12 months has appeared in Paragraph Planet, 101 Words, Fragmented Voices, Pen to Print, Glittery Literature, Globe Soup, Drabble, Bag of Bones and Ellipsis Zine. When he’s not writing, he’s out cycling – soaking up new stories.

17
May

Like In Versailles

by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

“Poplars lining the road, like in Versailles. Not that I’ve been there. I just imagine that’s how it would be.”

“Are you sure they’re Poplars? Maybe Birch.”

“Birch in Versailles?! I don’t think so.”

“I mean the ones outside. Maybe they’re Birch.”

“I’d prefer Poplars. Like in Versailles. Though I’ve never been there.”

“If you’ve never been there, how do you know anything lines the road?”

‘I imagine there would be something. It’s Versailles, after all. Most likely Poplars.”

“I guess you’re right.”

A silence fell over the room, broken only by the sound of the wind in the Aspen.

From Guest Contributor E. O’Neill

8
Apr

Close Call

by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

The traffic light turned amber. On any other day Geoff would have braked, but today something compelled him to floor the accelerator.

His wife, Janet, looked over, alarmed. “What are you doing?”

Grim-faced, Geoff focused on the road ahead. The light went red. Janet covered her eyes as the car shot through the intersection.

Safely on the other side, Geoff eased off on the accelerator and breathed out.

“What was that all about?” Janet asked.

Geoff was lost for words.

Glancing in the mirror, his jaw dropped as he watched a jack-knifing lorry careering into stationary cars at the intersection.

From Guest Contributor David Lowis

12
Jan

The Final Procedure

by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

She lays on the table like a forgotten doll, eyes closed. The final procedure is complete.

Let it work.

A moment of silence, then she opens her eyes. And smiles.

“Hi, Daddy!”

“I’m David.”

“But you’re…old.”

She searches her memory, then cries out.

“The car!”

“It can’t hurt you, Rachel.”

It hurt me. The drunk barreling down the road, right at her. And I, her big brother, her protector, too far away.

She wraps her arms around me.

“Don’t cry.”

I hug her to me.

“What is this place?” she asks.

“My laboratory. This is where I make cyborgs.”

From Guest Contributor Eric Petersen