Posts Tagged ‘Urge’
Aug
The Queen
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
HUBRIS CONTEST:
She relished her place at the center of the colony. All her needs were met. Her food was brought to her, as well for her nursing children. She had thousands of workers at her beck and call, digging, constructing, foraging. Mating took place whenever she felt the urge. Even her waste was disposed of for her.
Taken care of in this manner, was it any wonder that she could expect to live for as long as ninety years? Every day, nothing but leisure.
She thought herself fortunate, but all the other ants thought of her as nothing but a slave.
From Guest Contributor Wilson Edwards
Jun
Werewolf
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
NATURE SUBMISSION:
It is nighttime. Myriad dots of light litter the sky. We lie on our bed with our distinct commitments disinterested in rekindling a lost pulse. As a pack of wolves practice their choric song, my wife trembles, scratches her skin and flutters her limbs trying to repress an urge. She grinds her teeth as if she wants to sing like the baritone owls and soprano sparrows. I ask, “What’s wrong?” She doesn’t bother with an answer. Instead she escapes into the toilet. A high-pitched scream perks my ears. She returns with calm on her face and nuzzles into my neck.
From Guest Contributor Anindita Sarkar
Anindita is from India. She is a Research Scholar at Jadavpur University. Her works have recently appeared in Indolent Books, Ariel chart Magazine, and Flash Friday Fiction.
Oct
Self Help
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Whenever he did curls on the bench, he had to resist the urge to look at himself in the mirror. He was always disappointed.
Everything he tried, varying his routine, increasing his dosages, upping his protein intake, failed to have the desired results. He’d even cut back his work hours because being here was more important.
Barbara didn’t understand. His parents didn’t understand. His professors definitely didn’t understand.
Every second of his existence was a battle against his oxidizing cells as they gradually lost the ability to replicate.
The gym was not an addiction. It was a fight against oblivion.
Jul
Mid-Night Dilemma
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Am I awake? Had I actually slept? I was fighting the urge to check my watch but the curiosity of what unholy hour this was got the better of me.
Slipping my hand out from under the sleeping bag I paused.
No.
Just close your eyes, go back to sleep it’s too early for this.
As I closed my eyes, my thoughts swirled attempting to deduce and desperately seeking an answer I knew would destroy my chances to sleep again this night.
Just sleep.
I can’t.
Inevitably the unbearable urge won and I was cursed with the answer I sought.
From Guest Contributor Michael Major