Posts Tagged ‘Smile’
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
Mar
Blue Lights
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“In the basement?” I throw my face at Sunny. Gosh. I hate him sometimes. “What could you possibly want to show me…in the basement?”
The bulb above us illuminates his smile. “Just open it, Sophie.”
I push the door, and I gasp.
“It’s beautiful,” I whisper.
“Yes. Just like you.”
“Where did you get this Sunny? It must have cost a lifetime.”
“You’re worth a million lifetimes, Sophie.”
Tears anoint my cheeks.
“One more thing.” Sunny flicks off the lights. The white dress glows an azure sheen.
He kneels. “Will you marry me?” A ring sparkles in my face.
From Guest Contributor Tom Okafor
Mar
Bells
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A clang-like sound from hell fills my head. As you make your way closer, I fill up to the brim with dread. My pulse quickens as you close the divide. What is it that I just cannot find? There is a puzzle within me, stirring my mind. ALIVE! There is a constant feeling buzzing, electric and alarming. But then your smile is just so disarming. You pull me close and breathe in a kiss. My lips feel pierced by the tip of something I missed. The bells–screaming inside. Though I cannot see it yet, there is something you hide.
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.
Mar
Charles’ Walk
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Charles’ aide was fast asleep on the couch, television blaring. He slipped out the back door and walked not knowing where he was going. He watched the strangers pass and smile as if they knew him. Charles had been lonely, scared, and uncertain about where he belonged, so he walked and walked. It became dusk and he wasn’t sure of his surroundings and stared confused.
A woman with dark hair walking a small dog approached Charles. It was his neighbor of twenty years, Lily.
“Charles, what are you doing walking alone at this hour?”
Charles stared blankly at the lady.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
Payback
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
On their Golden Anniversary, he started calling her by different names and nicknames on a random basis – Stewie and Stewbabe, Audrey, Boobala, Doc, Squig, and so on – knowing he’d never forget her real name, but figuring that when he finally reached the peak of Mt. Alzheimer he’d be able to cover it up a little longer, give her less to worry about.
One morning, she asked him, “Did you sleep well, ummm…” hesitating as if trying to recall his name.
“Yes I did,” he replied, frowning at her smile.
After that, he knew he’d never play the alias game again.
From Guest Contributor Ron. Lavalette
Ron.’s debut chapbook, Fallen Away (Finishing Line Press) is now available at all standard outlets. Many of his published works can be found at EGGS OVER TOKYO
Jan
Quantum Time Travel Agency
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Quantum time travel agency. Opened? Depends on how you look at reality. Is it really 2023? Or 2015, according to Ethiopian? Or if you pay attention to 1600 thought 1900 century, are we really in 1769? Say what? If you pay attention to numbers. Chinese calendar, along with other calendars there seems to be three hundred years missing. How? Or why? Again, several features say you are wrong. I smile. Pay attention to calendars appear to be a mixture of lies and falsehoods creating what, exactly? Chances to change time. Doubt me? The Dyson sphere is real. Heaven or hell?
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Jan
Welcome, Everyone, To The Vortex Universe.
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
One night, the sky’s illumination changes and Harland sees the galaxy open up. The stars fade away as hundreds upon thousands of brand-new ones are born. The light reappears, and he watches as, one after another, the familiar stars disappear again. After a new dawn, the sky will shine with the beauty of new creation, as new forms of life will emerge, be nurtured, become powerful, and change the course of history.
Harland’s vision starts to fade, and he rests his head on his desk in silent contemplation and smiles. The grip of the world slips away.
Life is good.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Nov
Scars
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I weave between trees, around my bike and up the stairs. The screen door slams in my wake. Through the kitchen, I run for my room. Behind me, my brother stretches out his Gumby-hand. He’s within inches of touching my skin. Inside, a tick is dying to suck my blood.
Years later, I’ll run on the beach. You’ll chase me with something in your hand. Perhaps a periwinkle plucked from a nearby dune. You’ll hand it to me and smile. Say you love me. I’ll take it, hold the flower to my nose, and wonder what it wants from me.
From Guest Contributor Sally Simon
Sally (ze/hir) lives in NY. When not writing, ze travels and stabs people with hir epee. Read more at www.sallysimonwriter.com.
Oct
The Long Battle
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The heat has taken its toll on my men and the tents smell of sweat and rotting flesh. The battle raged taking many of my soldiers, still left in the trenches, their corpses exposed.
I take refuge in my own tent and remove my wife’s letter from my uniform pocket where I’ve kept it for the last month, her encouraging words the only solace to get me through this hell of a war. The scent of her fragrance has worn, but I envision her beautiful smile.
A loud explosion startles me. I inadvertently drop the letter and run for cover.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
Two Hearts Beating
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I’m very excited to announce the winner of our Robots flash fiction contest is Two Hearts Beating by Marcelo Medone.
Thank you to everyone who submitted stories. It was definitely hard to pick a winner, and it was exciting to see a mix of stories from regular contributors and brand new authors.
If anyone has any suggestions for contest themes, please let me know in the comments or hit me up on Twitter
I led Lisa through the maze of underground corridors. We had no time to waste; the exterminator robots were on our trail.
“I’m exhausted,” Lisa told me, panting.
“We have to get to the vault. Only there we will be safe,” I replied, without letting go of her hand and moving even faster.
Suddenly, we ran into an automatic barrier, equipped with a heartbeat detector.
“CHECKING,” a voice yelled.
“TWO HUMANS, CORRECT,” it announced, after a few seconds.
The door opened for us.
Back in the vault, I gave my best artificial smile and was thankful that Lisa was pregnant.
From Guest Contributor Marcelo Medone
Marcelo (1961, Buenos Aires, Argentina) is a fiction writer, poet, essayist and screenwriter. His works have received numerous awards and have been published in magazines and books, individually or in anthologies, in multiple languages in more than 40 countries all over the world, including the US.
He has been nominated for the 2021 Pushcart Prize.
Facebook: Marcelo Medone / Instagram: @marcelomedone