Posts Tagged ‘Space’
Jul
Resistance
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The bomb exploded and debris collapsed all around. Covered in dust and choking from dryness, I ran to the alley. A sharp pain in my leg, I realized I had a large gash. I tore the sleeve of my shirt and wrapped my leg to stop the bleeding. With the gestapo in the area and people screaming, I stayed put.
After hours of cramped space and agonizing discomfort, I got up from the ground and limped to the safe house where my team awaited.
The resistance would be pleased with my finding and hopefully the allies would be here soon.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
On The Money Trail
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Family members need help. I oblige. I’m their doer of tasks.
Why me? I’m between jobs, behind with payments and I haven’t shopped for new clothes in ages. I guess they trust me to deliver. I’m okay with that.
No time to linger. Housebound auntie wants her groceries.
As I hasten, sunshine glues sweaty polyester to my back. I spot sparkles on the sunlit lawn along my walkway.
Coins! Many coins, strewn in a line towards the space where a car had once parked.
I gather, add up their value, sigh.
Someone’s emptied change-purse or pocket. My bit of fortune.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction regardless of the season or location she finds herself in.
Dec
The Island
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Emmett had one wish, a quiet place to call his own.
He found his island floating above the planes of a fractured, blackened Earth. A small, dark place, untouched by the sun as it hovers with a dizzying presence. This place does not feel like it belongs to the world that Emmett knows, but it has been here since time began and will continue even when the sun collapses, when all life on Earth ends.
It contains nothing except itself (nothing but pure consciousness), for this is space without form or substance, and it is a terrible sight to behold.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Oct
Fantasy
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Have you ever had a day where you just want to fantasize? I have. After long hours at a desk, on the way home after finding a seat on the railroad, I close my eyes and envision flying the Millennium Falcon. Chewbacca sits beside me, while Han Solo is working on something in the back room, cracking jokes. I make the jump to lightspeed and Chewbacca roars. I slowly cruise through the darkness of space and admire the surrounding planets.
Life is good and I’m excited about our mission.
The conductor announces my stop.
I exit the train to reality.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
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
May
He’s Not Coming Back
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“He’s not coming back, honey.”
“Don’t say that Daddy.”
“Baby, maybe it’s for the best.”
With that, Charlotte wailed and ran out of the living room crying. “You always hated him, didn’t you?”
Robert followed his only daughter into the kitchen. “I hated how he treated you. But he’s your husband.”
“He’s always come back.”
“You mean after he puts you in the ER?
“Not helpful.”
“Perhaps you’re right, he’ll come back. I need to go for a drive and give you some space.” Robert thought it best he get rid of the shovel from the back of his truck.
From Guest Contributor NT Franklin
Mar
Cryoromance
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“I’m still burning for Aliona!” Evan cried. “Not for long,” said the Lords before they locked two lovers together inside the intergalactic cryo chamber.
Punishment for love between people, in the world overpopulated with hungry people, was inescapable. Stuck in the moment of desire and hunger they were banished far from Earth, only to wander through the darkness of time and space, without enough food, to the unknown destination.
Out there, Evan was just a piece of frozen meat. Aliona was like a mantis in human form.
The last we heard, Evan was eaten alive during his deep hibernation sleep.
From Guest Contributor Ivan Ristic
Ivan is a Serbian short story writer, poet and composer of ambient music.
Mar
Best Friend
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Candy crawled behind the battered settee, where nobody could find her, and held her knees tight to her chest. Sleepy raindrops smashed at the window, echoing like someone rapping at the door. Someone who cared.
“Rain will be my best friend now,” Candy resolved.
She didn’t need anyone else. People grumbled she had the shape of a baby elephant; people rolled their eyes and tsked tongues like she took too much space in their lives. Even her darling Beckie said she looked ludicrous.
She turned to the dotted window. “You don’t think so, do you?”
It tapped a little harder.
From Guest Contributor Malvina Perova
Malvina is a warrior writer, creator and illustrator from Ukraine, the amazon from https://goamazons.tumblr.com/ and an artist at https://www.instagram.com/goamazonsart/
Feb
Lariateer
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When he finally finishes his regular morning exercise, he considers going back through his earliest journals and numbering the pages but—smart as he is—he knows he can’t count that high. He thinks about all the pens he’s ever used, tries to calculate how many oceans of ink he’s expended; imagines uncurling his cursive and deconstructing his print, laying out all of his pen strokes end-to-end and seeing just how many times the line would circle the globe, or if maybe it would form a lifeline out into space to lasso the moon or play jump rope with Mars.
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.
Feb
Worth
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
We knew that the Dragon was on the train, hired to guard the locked safe that held the payroll. Too many armed clerks had been lost. But in such a small space, the Dragon could not stretch his wings, could not swing his claws. If he used his fire, the wooden train car would burn. Yes, the safe would survive, but it might fall to the tracks and be subject to anyone with the block and tackle to retrieve it. No one knew it was the Dragon we were after. You would think they would have noticed the giant collar.
From Guest Contributor Ken Poyner