Posts Tagged ‘Time’
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
May
Visiting A Mountain Top
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Visiting a mountain top. The experience made me realize that time and rocks seem to stand still for a while. Far off view showing a mountain range haven been beaten smooth with time. Rugged edges of the stones reminded me that here, at least, the stones were sharp and not dull. From lack of water. For water makes everything smooth. Without the rain. The area was semi aired and contained the smell of earth. Making the entire experience surreal for a moment. Making me think of the adventure of the Hobbits and wizards and such. An adventure on a mountaintop.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Apr
Twisting Time
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Twisting time. Watching all the quantum news, I ponder the latest statement about quantum religion. An attempt by corporations to combine the ideology of Hindoos into the quantum realm and do away with individual religions for a planet-wide religion.
Freaks me out three religions talk about this very topic. And the outcome is not good for humanity. The end result is a system of things or what people reference from movies as the matrix. Kind of wild to see the ending of humanity. The beginning of the terminator reality is just happening. Age becoming a battery. An end of humanity?
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Mar
Once Upon A Time
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Once upon a time a new pen got a first assignment: write a story with the title ‘Once upon a time.’ The owner of the pen who is also the writer of this story was curious about the result of this first cooperation.
The ink dried rather quickly which was a nice perk of course.
He bought the pen at an office supply store where he always had to enter every time he passed it.
It’s worth saying: the author loves holding the pen
So remember: the pieces you will be reading from now on are written with this pen.
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.
Mar
Revelations
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When it comes to online multiplayer games, the reflexes people have are insane. Someone thousands of miles away kills you before you even have time to reach for the trigger. As a kid, I thought they must play all day and night in order to be that good.
I sat there, waiting to respawn, my eyes had begun to water and I’d started drooling onto my Xbox controller from concentrating too hard on CoD Black Ops 2. I thought about how much free time I’d have to play when I was older.
Now I realise just how naive I was.
From Guest Contributor Liam Lloyd-Hughes
Mar
Gold Leaf
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The Egyptians used ocean-faring vessels during the height of their empire, and modern Peruvian fishermen still use similar reed boats. One’s design is to transport a balanced soul into the afterlife, and the other is to sustain the body in life, a means of transport for a trip through time into a world of unimaginable outcomes.
It’s the most exquisite vessel I have ever seen, and I stood there admiring its craftsmanship before I continued my assault. As the sun rises and illuminates the boat’s hint of golden design, depicting Osiris’s ascent from Hades, my wrath has reached its zenith.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Feb
Gram’s Highest Calling
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I hadn’t seen Gram at her normal function of serving since those days when I often joined her for her lemon pie. Not because she made it best, but because she needed me to receive it. Her God-given role of serving was dismissed when Gramps passed the nicer way; ‘Goodbye,” he’d whispered, then departed.
Time to let her go, service to others fulfilled. Her release not comforted with him at her side. She’d served her mission the best she could.
Mother phoned this morning. I heard the message in the ring. “She’s gone. It’s all done, but not all said.”
From Guest Contributor The Poet SPIEL
Established communicator of the arts, 81-year-old internationally published queer author/artist, storyteller, The Poet Spiel, writes of social conflict, satire noir, and personal hurdles.
Jan
Quantum Time Travel Agency
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Quantum time travel agency. Opened? Depends on how you look at reality. Is it really 2023? Or 2015, according to Ethiopian? Or if you pay attention to 1600 thought 1900 century, are we really in 1769? Say what? If you pay attention to numbers. Chinese calendar, along with other calendars there seems to be three hundred years missing. How? Or why? Again, several features say you are wrong. I smile. Pay attention to calendars appear to be a mixture of lies and falsehoods creating what, exactly? Chances to change time. Doubt me? The Dyson sphere is real. Heaven or hell?
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Dec
Sofa Of Cycles
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The sagging couch cushions are a trophy–evidence attesting to her self-discipline to stay situated.
She’s a chameleon in her contradictory custom office. An extension cord slithers around wooden legs, dressed with a black and blocky laptop vitalizer. The coffee table has been repurposed into a feet-book-pen desk, crowded with sacred guides to creation and the honing of creative crafts. No clocks tick, as time gives no counsel. Silence rears its head to the ears of the beholder, mouth perpetually packed by scribbles and click-clacks.
She forges life and death. A prolific puppet master.
Stay at home God of worlds.
From Guest Contributor Madeline van Batum
Madeline lives in Colorado with her cat and hopes that one day she can go back to her home country of the Netherlands to finally meet the Flying Dutchman.
Dec
All The Time In The World
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Paul, Emily here.” Pleasant and composed as always. “I need a power of attorney for my mom, Agnes.”
“Sure. Why the POA?”
“Mom has terminal cancer. Not yet but very soon she’ll need heavy morphine. I’ll handle her affairs.”
We meet at Hospice. Agnes is sitting up, hair brushed, gracious, as pleasant and composed as Emily. She signs the POA, we find witnesses. We chat, then: “Thanks, Paul, so very much. Goodbye!” All without any misgivings, remorse, self-pity. As I leave, mother and daughter carry on, chatting amiably. They make the most of it.
All the time in the world.
From Guest Contributor Tony Covatta