Posts Tagged ‘Time’
Jul
ARP
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I joined the Air Raid Precautions as a warden, ready to serve. I never imagined the danger.
The blackout began, and my eyes adjusted to the darkness. My partner George and I walked the streets and spoke frivolous chit chat when a bomb struck nearby.
We followed the screams into the chaos. Homes and businesses laid in a heap and bystanders wept as they picked up whatever was left of their belongings.
We searched the rubble and found no survivors.
I returned home, fell into bed, and dreamt of my childhood, a happy, peaceful time when there was no war.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Lisa has been writing since 2010 and has had many micro-flash fiction stories published. In 2018 her book Shorts for the Short Story Enthusiasts, was published and The Importance of Being Short, in 2019. Her most recent book In A Flash, was published in the spring of 2022.
Jun
Molded Reality
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A tap on the shoulder a jolt back to reality, not reality to an abyss. Weary as someone falls on the ground blood everywhere. Running and screaming in vengeance. The puddle grows sticky I melt into the floor, watching time slow down. Put on a pedestal not to adore or admire but to pity. Voices behind me question our reality. Time slowly tick-tocks by. A car ride later, bright lights and people dawned in blue hovering over me. Green silk and glowsticks draped with fresh blood dripping on the expansive white linoleum floors. Going back, I see a molded reality.
From Guest Contributor Bandit Taylor
Bandit is a student at Pikes Peak Community College. He Is only 16 and is loving going to college for education. He is currently working on a novel based in Leningrad, Russia during the Cold War.
Jun
The Swimmer Bot
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Robots Contest Submission:
“Granddad, were robots once different from people?”
“Oh, yes. I remember when they existed just to serve us. Swimmer bots used to deliver parcels to the islands, you know. I’d watch them through binoculars as they carried goods over in waterproof rucksacks. They swam freestyle. Fast. Never stopping. Apart from one time.
About a half-mile from shore, I saw one flip onto its back. It floated for a while and I just assumed it had malfunctioned. But then it started doing slow, languid backstrokes, gazing around, as if appreciating its surroundings.
Yes, it was around that day when everything changed.”
From Guest Contributor David Lowis
Jun
Who Cared?
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Robots Contest Entry:
He tinkered for a year, ignoring his phone and only leaving the house for Wacko Wake or the hardware store. The rest was delivered.
The garage was littered with tools and metal shards. The WiFi flicked on for two hours each night so he could comb websites.
His friends had given up on him. Who cared? He was done. Done with living like an open wound, a scrap of plastic blown in someone else’s breeze.
Finally, it was time. He flipped the switch and felt an electric jolt. The eyes lit up. The battery hummed.
Then it spoke. “Yes, master?”
From Guest Contributor Faye Rapoport DesPres
May
I Met A Man, A Most Remarkable Man
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I met you at a time when the star of you was careening downward. Though in descent, due to illness, your radiance shone in your discussions of the band Rush, the literature of Chesterton, and your absolute love and skill at cooking. You were afraid of being an imposition, not realizing that giving me a chance to help you—during our fateful trip—was my chance to brush against your beauty, your deep, feeling heart. I am selfish; I want more. But I must wait, as your star has again swung into ascension, brightening this world even upon your exit.
For Tony Rome By Keith Hoerner
Mar
You…Just Watch
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Do you have the time?”
I had never seen this youngster before – I would have remembered.
“Of course,” I replied. I looked at my watch and told him the exact time.
“No, that’s not what I meant. I would like to know if you have the time.”
“Well, I’m a bit ahead of schedule right now. So, yes. Sure. I can spare a few minutes. What is it you wanted to talk about?”
He shook his head and walked away slowly.
“Judging by your answers, you are not the one who has the time. You’re the one with the watch.”
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
Hervé Suys (°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
How High The Moon
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Many years have passed since both horrific creatures, Count Dracula and the Wolf Man, fell over the cliff’s edge, plummeting into the sea below. Never seen or heard from again.
But as it was said, time and wars proceeded to pass throughout the globe. While this cursed man’s battle never ends.
Witness the horrors of a desperate man that defines new meanings such as, love and happiness, for his restful end.
If only that where true. To finally have my soul released from this misery, this burden… This curse.
I then chuckle, before frantically saying…
But, I can never die.
From Guest Contributor Jason Jenkover
Mar
Cryoromance
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“I’m still burning for Aliona!” Evan cried. “Not for long,” said the Lords before they locked two lovers together inside the intergalactic cryo chamber.
Punishment for love between people, in the world overpopulated with hungry people, was inescapable. Stuck in the moment of desire and hunger they were banished far from Earth, only to wander through the darkness of time and space, without enough food, to the unknown destination.
Out there, Evan was just a piece of frozen meat. Aliona was like a mantis in human form.
The last we heard, Evan was eaten alive during his deep hibernation sleep.
From Guest Contributor Ivan Ristic
Ivan is a Serbian short story writer, poet and composer of ambient music.
Jan
One Last Time
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The ringing in Timothy’s ears from nearby bombs gives way to headaches and fear. Doctors are scrambling while patients are moaning and yelling for their mothers.
He closes his eyes and remembers the last time kissing Amanda, laying under the large oak tree after a summer picnic. Her lips tasting of fresh strawberries, the sweetness giving him a quiver. He wants to go back to that happier, peaceful place.
A nurse is moving his stretcher with great speed. “We need to evacuate.”
As the blinding brightness approaches the vehicle, and soldiers scream, he tastes Amanda’s strawberry kiss one last time.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jan
True Meaning
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
As a boy, I remember my dad telling me Christmas is about family and spending time together. Secondary, exchanging gifts.
My own children are opening their presents and their beaming faces light up the room. The Christmas tree is sparkling with silver tinsel and an angel at the top of the tree, its wings white and glowing. Decorations and food consume the house this time of year, the baked ziti’s sauce filling the air with a delicious aroma. But these delightful things are not what my children celebrate.
The birth of Jesus Christ is the reason we celebrate the holiday.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher