Posts Tagged ‘Tears’
Sep
Innocence Lost
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Robyn watched the memorial for an hour before shutting the television. The numerous innocent casualties grieved her. Eighteen-years-later and September 11th, 2001 remained visible. The screams and falling debris echoed, and the blackened sky that had been full of abundant sunshine before the tragedy, frightened her.
She took a deep breath and poured herself a steaming cup of herbal tea. The warmth soothed her stomach.
Robyn had left her 911 operator job that very evening. The towers collapsing had brought her over the edge and the voices of people pleading for help still haunted her.
Tears formed and tea spilled.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Aug
Disenchantment
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The mist glistened with false promises. The canopy dripped the tears of myriad misled bards of all races who had put effort into the creation of tales only to be demeaned by the praising of the Mediocre tribe by the forest’s Editelves.
The tribe, though mere mortals, had somehow produced a damsel of beauty which had entranced even the sorcerers and had been avidly welcomed into the hierarchy as a mate where she wielded unprecedented influence.
The trolls, in particular, grumbled angrily as the incantation of rejection echoed through the avenues, causing even lianas to cringe. “We have decided not…”
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Jul
Firstborn
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The soon to be father entered the delivery room wearing a hastily tied paper gown.
“You’re just in time, Dad. We’re about to have a baby,” the doctor said. A large set of forceps flashed before vanishing behind the curtain. “Okay Mom, one more good push.”
Mom screamed while attempting to crush her husband’s hand. After a smack on the rear, the newborn sucked in its first breath and wailed.
“Congratulations, you have a baby girl.”
Tears of joy filled mom’s eyes as her daughter was placed into her arms, and she said with concern, “She looks like an alien.”
From Guest Contributor Eddie D. Moore
Eddie travels hundreds of hours a year, and he fills that time by listening to audiobooks. When he isn’t playing with his grandchildren, he writes his own stories. His stories have been published by Kzine, Alien Dimensions, Black Hare Press, Nomadic Delirium Press, Fantasia Divinity Publishing and by dozens of online publishers. You can find a list of his publications on his blog, eddiedmoore.wordpress.com, or by visiting his Amazon Author Page, amazon.com/author/eddiedmoore. While you’re there, be sure to pick up a copy of his mini-anthology Misfits & Oddities.
Apr
His Girl
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He returned to their place, behind a shrub. Where they as teenagers
watched practitioners exit a church. Where he kissed away her tears
after her father walked out, showering affection on a stranger.
She, the girl he played tag with in childhood. The one he dated
through high school. The one he wrote to after he moved out of the
city, and her letters stopped abruptly.
He watched between raindrops clinging to leafless branches. She exited
the church on the arm of another man. Wedding procession followed.
Rainstorm may have passed, but the storm in his mind had only intensified.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna is a writer of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. She
resides in Edmonton, Canada with her husband and stuffed animals and
many friends.
Feb
Perhaps Just An Innocent Woman
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Maybe they were tears or could be a shining in the eye. He was weak and had a fragile walk, while waving at his daughter. His ex-wife looked on with a miffed face. Her long-time affair waited for her, across the road in his Ferrari. She pushed her daughter towards the car. The poor child kept on looking at her father till her last gaze. Both of them separated by destiny and bound out of pure love. She was a gold digger and he a humble professor. Why didn’t he give her some life lessons? She looked deprived of learning.
From Guest Contributor Manmeet Chadha
Dec
Miracles
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Steve wasn’t one to believe in miracles. He understood too well the depravities of the human heart. More often than not he was victim to the world’s machinations. That’s how fate had led him to the streets.
So when the woman offered a hot meal, he expected some sort of catch, likely in the form of a lengthy sermon. When she offered a warm bed, he called to mind images of harvested organs and sexual servitude. When she claimed through phony tears to be his mother, he fled at the first opportunity, certain it was another conspiracy plotting against him.
Oct
Reasons To Write
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Miguel was seated in front of the word processor, tears running from his eyes. The keys were making their poetic sound. Rhythmically putting letters into words, words into thoughts and ideas that moved things deep within his heart.
“You’re crying again,” Jenny said. “Why do you keep writing?”
“I don’t know,” Miguel replied. “I thought about not writing…”
“You really should.”
“I just think about how dark and painful my life was. Not having any way to get healthier with schizophrenia.” Sitting in the dark Miguel stared into the light. “I can’t leave anyone to fight this on their own.”
From Guest Contributor Steve Colori
Oct
Mistaken Identity
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Patricia?”
“Yes, Sir?” replied the student being questioned.
“Wonderful!”
Mr. Griffin gazed at his student’s artwork.
“I improved the charcoal shading,” Patricia beamed. She looked up for
his reaction.
“I mean your dance of the sugar plum fairy was wonderful,” the teacher
clarified.
“It was Delores. Not me.”
“What were you?”
“One of the reindeer.”
Mr. Griffin gazed into the distance. “Delores!” he yelled and
commenced walking towards her.
Patricia’s eyes filled with tears. A few landed on her drawing.
Someone tapped her shoulder.
“Nice picture. You’re a gifted artist,” Paul the student sitting next
to her said.
Patricia smiled.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna is a writer of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. She
resides in Edmonton, Canada with her husband and stuffed animals.
Jun
A Nice Girl
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Samantha read The Great Gatsby, to her elderly grandmother Millie,
again.
She sat with the book in one hand and her coffee mug in the other. The
small room was warm and cozy as the sun beamed through the window.
Samantha took a sip of coffee and listened to the birds chirping and the
ticking of the wall clock. It was time to leave.
She kissed Millie on the cheek. “Okay, grandma, see you on Sunday.”
Samantha’s eyes teared as she left, knowing her grandmother no longer
knew who she was, other than a nice girl who came to visit.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
Folded Flag
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She stood in the snow holding a single white carnation facing the cold wall of names. She whispered, turning to the man beside her, “Sir, do you host other events here?”
The man nodded, gently replying, “Would you like to book a reservation for one?”
“Yes, a wedding. But the groom resides here.” She placed the carnation on the ground and caressed the engraved words before her. Evan Perry.
“Not a problem.” He whispered, placing his hand on her shoulder.
“He said he’d come back.” Soon the tears she had held back then flowed down her face, “I’ve been waiting.”
From Guest Contributor Jasmine Som
As a paleo-vegan, Jasmine loves dehydrating fruits to take with her when she hikes. While others stalk celebrities, she looks up new recipes to get creative with. Sadly, cooking with her heavy cast iron pots has her taking on a new workout routine that includes a weight lifting regimen.