Posts Tagged ‘Time’
Jan
Platero And I: Old Skool Bloodbrothers
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
No doubt you have been wondering, dear Platero, why Stefano keeps spitting on the ground each time we pass his house and I greet him with a slight nod.
We grew up in the same neighborhood and became good friends. Later we went to college in the same city, where we got drunk together and whispered similar sweet words in girls ears. We were convinced the world was at our feet and nothing would ever change that.
But then…the civil war broke out and blood brothers became sworn enemies.
Time heals many wounds, Platero, but clearly not all.
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
Hervé (°1968 – Ronse, Belgium) started writing short stories whilst recovering from a sports injury and he hasn’t stopped since. Generally he writes them hatless and barefooted.
Dec
Relativists
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A twin, jealous of her sister’s looks, sends her into outer space.
-The joke’s on you, says their mother. She will return younger than you. And, she’ll look even better.
Doesn’t she know time is an illusion? Then again, she believes the sun rises and sets.
-She knows an illusion when she sees it, says the mother. She’s always been the smart one.
The mother glances down at her watch. It runs more slowly when in motion, treating time like taffy: the greater the pull, the more it stretches.
-Gravity, she seethes.
You always liked her better, says the twin.
From Guest Contributor Cheryl Snell
Cheryl’s recent fiction has appeared in Switch, Does It Have Pockets? Gone Lawn, Necessary Fiction, Pure Slush, and elsewhere.
Dec
Regular Occurrence
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The sky is clear, but not for long as bomber planes are approaching. As the blaring alarm sounds, Esme heads to the basement with the other tenants. Sadly, no one looks frightened as it’s a regular occurrence.
Bundled, but still cold, Esme and the other people sing to pass the time while others close their eyes or read.
Hours pass and finally they get the okay to go home.
Her apartment is unharmed, but a few blocks away buildings have been destroyed.
She closes her eyes and prays she makes it out of the war to see her family again.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Corpus Delicti
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Every day there’s a funeral – actually, several. You peer into the open casket and immediately regret it. I have that kind of face. There has just always been something about me that provokes people to anger and upset. “Hitler should come back and gas you!” they would yell, as if the very idea of me threatened them. An unknown caller once even left a series of gunshots on my voicemail. Now I’m being lifted off the bier and swiftly carried down the aisle and out the door. A desolate rain is falling. I don’t remember a time when it wasn’t.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie’s newest book, Frowny Face, a synergistic mix of his prose poetry and handmade collages, is forthcoming from Redhawk Publications.
Dec
Time Traveler’s Tale
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The ending of the closed time curved loop was about to happen? How would one know? Stories, deja vu? A feeling that something new was about to happen? New? In a cycle of recycled? Nothing was new under the sun. All scenarios had been done. And this too was just some sort of redo.
The question the time traveler had? Was any of this real? Meaning? The time traveler had seen more than 50 states of the US. Had seen UK leave the EU. Had watched Hawaii being nuked. All seemed surreal. The question of time. The question traveling time.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Nov
For The Record
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“She was attractive. Cute face.”
“Facts, please,” the officer cringed, pausing his pen.
“Black-rimmed glasses, plum lipstick and…”
“What was stolen?”
“My cellphone. One minute in my hand. The next, gone.”
A woman was called to the counter by the second officer on duty.
“Reporting a theft,” she announced. “Thief had salt and pepper hair.”
“What was taken?”
“My cellphone.”
The officers compared the complainants with the details given.
“You two realize making false claims is an offence,” one said.
“We can let you go this time,” the other scolded. “Go home and make up or see a marriage counsellor.”
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction regardless of the season or location she finds herself in.
Sep
Dead Flowers
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I was still in my twenties. A woman at the bar grabbed my arm and asked for my help. But I also would have rather done the tying than be the one tied up. Faraway in time, my doctor was phoning me with the results of the biopsy. I had what he called “an oddball cancer.” Of course, I did. What other kind would a poet have? The woman, her back now to me, was singing along with the jukebox about all the lonely people, a small, crumpled sound like foul dead flower water at the bottom of a vase.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie’s newest poetry collection, Heart-Shaped Hole, is available from Laughing Ronin Press. He co-edits the online journal UnLost, dedicated to found poetry.
Jul
Fifteen Minutes
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
After a lifetime of deception, a sense of purposelessness persisted. Trapped in darkness, Sarah faced tests, time lost all meaning, hunger gnawed, and survival was vital. Guilt spiraled into self-blame. A presence loomed, with fear gripping her. A hidden cave, a reward, reality slipping, and power and control are beckoning. Uncertainty and choices lead to dark paths. Sarah complied, fearing the unknown. Urgency and the cave’s depths awaited. A dangerous allure, dread mounting. Unease, an invisible stalker, the crunch of footsteps. The weight of a gaze, fear, and defiance entwined.
“I’m not here to make friends, I’m here to win!”
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Jun
Time Tells All
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The CIA flying the planes in 9/11 is awkward. To realize 6.5 trillion dollars spent to kill five hundred thousand terrorists at a cost of 8 million dollars per person is a lie? Making the question why pay for war when it’s all a lie? RMS Lusitania 1982 documents revealed it carried ammunition. Remember the Maine 1976 investigation cleared Spain with the boiler being determined the cause of the explosion. Two million Vietnamese people died because of the Gulf of Tonkin event which never occurred. To realize Iraq had no weapons of mass destruction. Syria did not gas people.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
May
Ralph Does It Again
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
At Ralph’s door was a shrouded figure…
“Time to go, Ralph.”
“What?”
“I’m Death. And no one cheats me.”
“Come again?”
“Your time’s up. C’mon.”
“Wait a minute. I cheated my way through school.”
“So what of it?”
“Well, I cheated my way through work and two marriages.”
Ralph didn’t have time for this.
“That’s nothing,” said the shroud. “Now you’re dealing with me.”
“Okay, I cheated the IRS.”
“Lots of people do it”
“Really? I also cheated Mel Burstein at cards.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” said Ralph.
“Mel Burstein? No one cheats Mel and gets away with it.”
“Exactly…”
From Guest Contributor David Sydney