Posts Tagged ‘Thirst’
Mar
Call Of The Deep
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It was his first and last voyage to sea. An escape ship. His duty; to scrub the decks. He watched as jellyfish gathered around the keel, unnoticed by the experienced sailors. A simple extra hand. Days passed, or months.
Brine burned his lips, rum quelled his pains.
The jellyfish still gathered.
In the moonlight glow their beauty morphed into that of a woman, her tail flowing along the starboard side.
She called to him, and the dragon uncoiled. Drunk with thirst and madness he dove into her arms, and the dragon swallowed him whole. Only the birds’ song remembered him.
From Guest Contributor Valkyrie Kerry
Jun
Hylas
by thegooddoctor in Uncategorized
The journey with Hercules was arduous. We sailed the ominous sea, and the storm destroyed our ship. Stranded, with few survivors, I searched for a lake to quench our thirst.
As I came to a clear, calm stream, a lovely naked woman rose before me, her long black hair drenched and covering her breasts. She pulled me under with the strength of a man, as other women surrounded me.
“Relax, Hylas, we are here to please you.” Her voice melodious and soothing.
I drifted for what seemed an eternity and surfaced as if nothing had happened.
The ritual began again.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Prey
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The birds of appetite circled the spot below them on the desert floor. Inkblots against a sky cloudless and blue. They wheeled in decreasing concentric circles. Always, the spot the center of a bull’s-eye.
One bird landed feet from his target. Drawing nearer, he became agitated. There was nothing there. With a screech he took off in search of better prey.
Slowly, the spot resolved itself against the haze and became the figure of a man. He had stopped to rest after walking for hours. He stood now, indifferent to temperature and to thirst. Indifferent as well to his destination.
From Guest Contributor James C. Clar
Jul
I Should’ve Known Better
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The sweat is dripping down my neck. I chug water to quench my thirst,
but it doesn’t alleviate my heated body. Why did I promise my wife I’d
plant the basil seeds today? Why? Because I’m an idiot and she knows it.
If I have a heart attack, all she’ll care about is the garden.
I finally finish up and brush myself off. I can’t wait to feel the cool
shower on my body.
“Did you finish up outside?”
“Yes, Dear, the planting is done.”
Now I know better than to have an affair with another woman in our
house.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
A Day, A Span
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
At dawn I am brought forth into this world, howling, crying. Mama, a girl hardly thirteen, swaddling my small frail body in a torn shawl. Oblivious that I am a load, or so I think.
At noon I walk briskly through dusty thorny paths nobody else walks through. A long march that brings only thirst. Fighting a war with no combatants. I am an assassin. I aim, I miss. I aim again, I hit.
By dusk I am an old man walking out of this world, soon. Mama, so long a spirit by now. Papa, a boy hardly an adult.
From Guest Contributor Troy Onyango