Posts Tagged ‘Tears’
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.
Jan
Colony Collapse
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Hands full of bees, Alice screamed at the sky. Sitting in the grass, blades tickled her thighs. Bee by bee, Alice lined them up. “I’m sorry,” said the speaker at a funeral attended only by the dead.
Maybe she shouldn’t have quit work. Never built an apiary. Would’ve been better joining a gym. Cooking. Reading books that lived in corners of her home. Would’ve been better to speak what he said in the elevator, his voice curling green, twisting to lick her ears.
Alice lay down, tears falling into her hair. She didn’t want the bees to see her cry.
From Guest Contributor Michaela Papa
Dec
Prom Night
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She hung the dress on a hook and shoved it all the way back in her closet, past her pink winter coat and communion dress. This was where outfits went to die.
She took a tissue and wiped her tear-stained makeup off in the mirror. The rolled up wad joined a dozen others in the vicinity of her trash bin.
She crawled into bed in full surrender. She looked at her cell phone on the table and thought of calling Janet, but she likely wasn’t home yet. The fact she hated that her friend was enjoying herself made everything worse.
Dec
Broken
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The doll sat dirtied and broken, ripped from the hands of the little girl, as they took her parents away. Screaming and reaching for her parents’ hands, the guerilla yanked them away. The young girl, Naba, cried out and ran after them, blurry eyed from tears.
“Please don’t take my parents away! Please bring them back!”
But the truck was long gone leaving nothing but tire marks in its haste. Naba, alone and frightened, picked up the doll, the only present her father was ever able to give her, and walked the dirt road in hopes of finding a home.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Two Birds
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Tom and Ruth had been married forty years. The heart monitor was beeping with every breath Ruth took.
“I’m going to miss you,” Tom said. His weathered hands were one with Ruth’s. Two streams of tears ran from his eyes.
“I’ve lead a good life. I’ll be okay,” Ruth said.
“I don’t know how I’ll…” Tom asked.
“We’ll be together soon enough, love. The children need you. You have to be strong for them.”
She closed her eyes quietly. A bird took off and flew high into the clouds towards the sun. Its counterpart sat pensively, wondering where to go.
From Guest Contributor Steve Colori
Steve was born in 1986 and during undergrad he developed schizoaffective disorder. Over the years he has worked hard to overcome the disorder and help others while doing so. Steve has published thirteen essays with Oxford Medical Journals, he has written freelance for Mclean Hospital since 2011, he writes a column with The Good Men’s Project titled “Steve Colori Talks Mental Health,” and he has a memoir available on Amazon, “Experiencing and Overcoming Schizoaffective Disorder.” A quote he has come to live by is “To Improve is to Change; To be Perfect is to Change Often.” (Winston Churchill)
Nov
The Death Of Tales
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The mist glistens with false promises. The canopy drips blood of myriad misled bards vanquished by the Mediocre tribe.
The incantation echoes through the rain forest, causing even lianas to cringe. “We have decided not…”
The shaman feels tears slow to a reticent trickle from still-closed eyes. His heart freezes with horror, sharp mind balking from interpretation.
“Vates!”
It takes a moment to understand he is being addressed.
Lids snap open. “Yes?”
“Did the Mystic Mushroom bring wisdom?” The bard asks, handing him a bowl of spring water.
Cathbad rises from the straw bed. “No, Carolan, a warning of ignorance.”
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Oct
A Survivor’s Calling
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mouth agape, eyes widened with fear, I looked on to what my world had been. Everything I lived for was swept up in a distant array of mud, debris and…corpses. Even through my grief, I knew the landslide had chosen me, to avenge everyone’s lives that came to an end in this short, devastating moment. This was my calling, which I would live through for the rest of my life, bearing their dreams.
Standing strong, even until this day, I recall this distant memory. With tears beginning to well in my eyes I see hope glimmering from the future.
From Guest Contributor Danielle Simpfendorfer