Posts Tagged ‘Sun’
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
Nov
The Kiss
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I can hardly think of a better way to say goodbye.
To the sun and the moon, the water and the clouds,
I’ve always wanted to live on a planet where the sky was blue.
I can hardly think of a better way to say goodbye.
The light of a star. The smell of a blooming fruit tree. The kiss of a bare human hand.
To the fading flowers on a winter’s night
I can hardly think of a better way to say goodbye.
To be one last person who will fall in love.
Because in death, she is beautiful.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Sep
One Step
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
On the borders of this serene land lay a dark shadow formed from a massive structure built on the ruins of another once-great civilization. It often feels like an ominous storm cloud in an otherwise starry sky.
The people of this land continue to work on the tower in the hope of one day reaching the heavens. To be reunited with their ancestors dancing within constellations.
On this glorious night, as the sun sets, dark clouds dissipate; the moon rises on the horizon, filling the entire night sky with dangerous possibilities as they come one step closer to the stars.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Sep
First Step
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My head rotates like the Earth around the sun, except at excessive speed.
It’s difficult to go outside, being afraid of germs and diseases, and wearing a mask does nothing to assure me. I went from going out when necessary to ordering what I need online. My therapist keeps saying I need to take it one day at a time, so today I’m taking my first step.
I place my hand on the front doorknob and breathe. It slowly creaks open.
As I walk onto my front porch, I remember what it’s like to feel the air against my face.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Aug
The Watchmaker
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He had become a master in the arrangement of all her beautiful pieces.
A lifetime of experiencing his shattered dreams had made this so.
With patience, he would file down or build up their broken parts until two pieces fit together as one.
His hands of meticulous love removed the heart from his chest and gently placed it within hers.
She raised her head slowly and smiled.
His head sagged downward as he did the same.
With that, she rose, exiting the tiny room.
Opening the door as the sun burnt her eyes, but the pain only lasted a moment.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Aug
The Pit
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
There is an island floating above a shattered and charred plane of earth. It’s a little black island, untouched by the sun, hovering above with an unsettling presence. It is awaiting something.
An eerie cosmic wind sweeps into a bottomless chasm beneath the island, the deepest pit ever known to exist.
It stretches from the center of the planet to the edge of reality’s outer realms, a limitless abyss that devours anything thrown into it.
Nature’s laws do not apply here.
This pit is the only law. It will not be content until it has devoured everything in the world.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Jun
As A River Runs Cold
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When the sun finally set that evening, it was as if someone was turning off a faucet. The water ran clear and cold, then stopped running altogether, leaving behind a long, jagged-edged stain on the pavement that slowly grew into a pool of blood on the street below, like a wound left open too long, growing wider.
Clouds pressed down hard against the earth while the sky darkened. The townspeople began dying in great numbers. The river never once turned red with the blood that flowed through its banks. Nothing could change the truth of who and what I’d become.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
May
A Moment In The Sun
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to be free of the anguish and suffering he’d endured for so long. He fled this hellhole!
On an outcropping he sat, legs dangling over, watching the tiny ripples in the lake below. Looking towards the rising sun, it seemed to have sped up as it moved across the sky, a shadow of some type, nearly black, just behind it.
He watched as they raced above him, sun in the lead with shadow in tow, heading to the far side of the world. Now motionless, the darkness grew until the sun vanished entirely.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Mar
Echoes And Reflections
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It follows me everywhere, the inaudible predator. Fixated upon a daily routine, mocking every subtle maneuver that I made. The thing glissades in a deriding dance upon my every step. A replicant of form cast under the luminosity of ever radiant sun.
Signified in our sinister, daily reflections. An entity of faux similarity and duplication. In such replication a truer self and profound verity obtained. Co-conspiring and willingness etched upon that imitation smile. The backdrop of the unstained silhouette and persona versus my tainted hand. A cheering entourage as the blade is always in my hand painted with crimson delight.
From Guest Contributor Brett Dyer
Mar
You Took The Sunshine When You Left
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My world consisted of captivating sunshine, the kind that seeps into your skin and leaves your soul hopeful. Fresh mountain air, fresh rain on the pavement where my glory days still reign. The leaving hurt. The remnants of you mark my eyes with devastating longing. The sun went into hiding and the blue birds no longer flutter past my window. Leaving hurt. I no longer see the serenity of tomorrow in a golden haze, but dark. Destined for loneliness. The hope of loving you has become yet another long lost dream that the sandman refuses to leave at my door.
From Guest Contributor Courtney Alvarez
Courtney is a student at Pikes Peak Community College who loves writing, reading, and photography.