Posts Tagged ‘School’
Jun
Her Nebulae
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Space lover, every other morning she flips through iridescent images of interstellar clouds. Those nebulae are hers. She has collected many – Crabs and Orions, even Eagle’s pillars.
Today the Eye of Helix is just coming out on her thigh – fine web of filaments, embedded in a red and slate-blue oval. An older mark on upper arm begins transitioning from purple to the shades of yellow and green. She promises herself to find its alien soulmate tomorrow. Now she must go, and she packs her school bag void with hope. The regions of bright nebulosity are safely hidden under shapeless uniform.
From Guest Contributor Natalia Kay
Apr
Paul
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Paul was proud of his bike.
When Mabel walked home after school, he sped past her, throwing some sly remark. Showing off. His grin stuck with her and played havoc with evening homework.
Sometime later, Mabel didn’t see him riding his bike. She didn’t see him at all in school.
Curious, she decided to walk a different route home; past his parents’ house. In the garbage put out for collection was Paul’s crumpled bike.
“Your mom told me about the accident.” Mabel said at the hospital.
“Thanks for visiting,” Paul answered. “No one else from school did.”
They exchanged smiles.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her work has been published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, SixWordMemoirs, and Espresso Stories.
Mar
Curiosity Killed
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The house-bricks were as red as the little squirrel which inhabited the tree just outside.
Ciaran was glad he was able to watch the little fellow scamper about, and even left treats on the window ledge…when it had been left open.
Those big frames were too heavy for him to handle and he’d been forbidden to try: they were treacherous when it came to crushing fingers.
He’d heard in school that the American Grey Squirrels were causing the reds to die out. Mum was angry-ironing. He cocked his head and risked a question.
“Mum–?”
The blow rattled his eyes.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Jan
Jobs For Humans
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The android smiled at Brad. “Did you enjoy your work day last week?”
“Watching androids build walls? Are there any jobs where I actually do
something?”
The android paused. “A day as a headmaster at a school?”
Later, another android greeted Brad at the school gates. “Mr Earnshaw,
come this way.”
“What will I be doing?”
“You’ll be giving the human day teachers a motivational talk on how
important their role is.”
“Do they teach?”
“The children are busy with android led classes.”
Brad was stood in front of a room of bored humans, and left to do his job.
From Guest Contributor Ross Clement
Nov
Educated
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
At a student’s desk, she wept. A cheerful message written earlier on the whiteboard: “How are you, Miss Jimenez?” in English and Spanish.
“You can press charges, but I wouldn’t advise it,” one assistant principal said. “He is getting suspended for one day. Any bruises?”
Jimenez hung her head. “No, sir.”
“I’d advise taking a personal day, but it’s so hard getting a sub. Besides, you don’t want to look weak,” the other assistant principal said. The radio squawked – an emergency in the bus lane. The AP’s rushed down the hall on the only day Jimenez left at 4:30.
From Guest Contributor Embe Charpentier
Aug
We’re All Learning
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Back to school shopping.
Jennifer wanted pens and whiteout. Stevie picked a package of pink hangers. One by one, items landed in the shopping cart. Mother pushed. Around the big superstore they went. Cart three-quarters filled when they finished.
“Don’t they need new clothes?” grandmother asked anxiously.
“They don’t sell clothes here,” mother answered.
Grandmother frowned. “You should have another colour. Pink is for girls.”
“But I like pink,” Stevie answered.
Mother asked “why not” and turned her face the other way.
Where was I? In the elevator with the family, hearing their conversation as it unfolded to the public.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her work has been published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, and Espresso stories.
Mar
Impressions
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Ugh, Dad you cannot send me to that school!” I squealed.
“Why Samantha? It looks lovely there.”
“It is on that terrible estate where children smoke drugs and lose their virginity at twelve years old.”
“You don’t even know the name of that estate, Sam,” my Dad challenged.
A wave of silence flooded the room. My Dad huffed, walked over to the bookshelf, picked up Hamlet and opened it to page twenty-six.
“Come here Sam and look at this page very closely, but don’t read the words. Read between the lines. What do you see?”
I hesitated. I saw nothing.
From Guest Contributor Joshua Wallis
Joshua is a home-school student from the United kingdom, who loathed reading literature until recently! He is looking forward to reading works of great novelists and insightful 100-word stories in the coming years.
Nov
Home School
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It was agreed I would be home schooled, with my Mother as the teacher.
I didn’t know what to make of it. I mean, it’s not like I’m a poor scholar or dumb. It’s just that regular school complained I am a disruptive influence with an attitude problem.
All the school administrators care about are their own rules.
At the end of day one, Dad walked through the door and asked how it had gone down.
“It would have gone a lot better if the teacher wasn’t such a bitch,” was my candid reply.
That’s how I flunked home school.
From Guest Contributor Barry O’Farrell
Barry is an actor living in Brisbane, Australia. The acting experience has inspired a latent desire to write. Barry is enjoying the challenge of writing in 100 words.
Oct
Hyena
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The boy, prescient and wise, child of a dove, knew this day was coming, when the neighborhood man would tear into his school and wave his weapon and laugh like a hyena and cut down everything that stood in his path. The man yearned to be young but lived encaged in the zoo of lost innocence, and given arms and a rare safari he had to take lives, lives that betrayed his by existing where he could no longer be. So the boy absented himself on the dreaded day, warned the principal, who wouldn’t listen, watched the news, and cried.
From Guest Contributor, Curt Klinghoffer
Dec
Whispers
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The whispers tickled her ears as if carried on the wind. She’d turn around, looking for the source, but everyone would be facing lockers or huddled in small groups. Whoever it was, he wanted her to suffer.
She started faking illnesses in order to stay home for school, hoping he would forget her. Yet every time she returned, he was waiting to torment her. The worst part was that he never revealed himself, so she couldn’t confide in a teacher or counselor, lest they think she were crazy.
It is this kind of insidious behavior that makes ghosts so frightening.