Posts Tagged ‘Voice’
Oct
Voice Of Despair
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
CONTEST SUBMISSION:
Kevin didn’t hear at first. Mabel did. Sensing the scratchy sound originated outside, they opened the front door. Before them stood a feline pulsating a ferocious “meow.” Seeing the humans, he stopped.
“He’s staring at us,” Kevin noticed.
The cat turned to go back to the sidewalk.
“Let’s follow,” Mabel figured.
They ended in a backyard. The cat went through a pet flap in the house. When he reappeared, he stood on a table by a bedroom window.
Kevin propped himself up on a patio chair and peered inside. Sprawled on the floor was the lifeless body of their neighbor.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna is a writer of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. She resides in Edmonton, Canada.
Aug
Voice
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Philip, my husband, gently massages the knot in my shoulder. “Are you ready?”
Turning, I kiss him on the lips. “Of course.”
My daughter is playing with her grandmother, talking gibberish. This is for her future as much as it is for mine. She will be more than a housewife.
I grab my banner, walk out the door and join the parade of women marching down “Fifth Avenue.”
It may not happen today or tomorrow, but we will keep on going until we’re equal.
With Philip smiling and watching from the sidewalk, I feel confident our voice will be heard.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
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
May
The Pencil
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Spine broken. Pages deliver a scrambled story. I have the power to pick up the fragments. Rewrite. Write what others have tried to mute. Seventeen centimeters of lead might not be much, but I’m her voice. I’m sharp. I’m ready, but she turns away from me and picks up her glass of whisky instead.
We’re both small. Lead or crystal? One can save her. One can break her. Who will she choose?
Neither. She adds another plate to her dish-pile. It looks like the Tower of Babel, minus the words.
She turns. She’s getting closer. Closer. Picks me up and—writes.
From Guest Contributor Isabelle B.L
Isabelle is a teacher and translator currently living in New Caledonia. She has published a novel inspired by the life of a New Caledonian politician. Her work can be found in the Birth Lifespan Vol. 1 anthology for Pure Slush Books and Flash Fiction Magazine. Her work is also forthcoming in Growing Up Lifespan Vol. 2 for Pure Slush Books and Drunk Monkeys.
Apr
Watching Me
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Her eyes flashed with mischief in the warm street light. Green, full of longing, on a young fall night. Her hand merged with mine and then her breath drew short–and I felt nothing.
In a moment I saw myself in the third person, a cold drifting observer. Helplessly I looked, unaware of my own consciousness, merely seeing–there she was, running her hand down his face, soft voice muffled as through wool. Her fingers brushed across his cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned forward. Their lips moved together and apart, and the moment passed.
I had missed it.
From Guest Contributor Caleb Woodman
Caleb is an aspiring spiritual writer studying at Pikes Peak Community College.
Apr
Rassolnik
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Minsk?” Her mouth was agape.
“You’re damn right Minsk! And maybe even the countryside while we’re at it!” His voice firm, eyes steady.
“But I want to go on vacation! What the hell is in Belarus? Why can’t we go to Vegas?” she was indignant.
“It’s quiet in Minsk…I think. It looks like we can have a nice, peaceful time for once. Also, I want to try Rassolnik” he trailed off a bit, looking away.
“What is Rassel-nek?” she shot back.
He hesitated before answering “It’s a soup they make there…it has pickles in it”.
“I hate you,” she said.
From Guest Contributor B. Frederick Foley
B. Frederick Foley is a poet, writer, and editor at www.militaryflashfiction.com. A former Navy Intelligence officer, he now spends his time living between Anchorage and Kasilof, Alaska with his wife and three children. His poetry and flash fiction have been published in several online literary journals.
Mar
The Silenced
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She did not say yes.
The silence of more fear than cultural respect was not a sign of consent. The tears on her face at the dawn of her ‘big day’ were not a sign of consent.
The lashes fell upon her, one, two…
She had dreamt of wearing green for her wedding. Red was her mother’s choice.
His voice was loud it silenced her lips.
Ninety-eight or was it already past hundred? She’d later count the scars on her back, looking at her reflection in the broken mirror stained with blood.
She never wanted marriage.
She never wanted this.
From Guest Contributor Anne Silva.
Anne is a student writer from Sri Lanka. She publishes her writing on social media as Poetry of Despair.
You can read them at www.instagram.com/PoetryofDespair.
Feb
Do It Well
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Do it well, honey. My lover’s voice echoed inside me as I stabbed my wife repeatedly. Fear flashed in her doe-like eyes. She fell to the wet forest floor and crawled away. I grabbed her ankle and pulled. On my umpteenth attempt, my knife struck through her neck, severing her jugular vein. Blood splattered. The light faded out of her eyes. I rolled her up in a plastic sheet and buried her. Later, I stumbled into my home, choking on her perfume. There she stood in front of me. “What?” I gasped. She brandished a knife. Sharper than my own.
From Guest Contributor Fusako Ohki
Translated by Toshiya Kamei
Fusako Ohki is a Japanese writer from Tokyo. She obtained her master’s degree in Japanese literature from Hosei University. Her debut collection of short fiction is forthcoming in 2021.
Dec
Reign Of Terror
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When the reign of terror begins in earnest, a street corner poet with hollow cheeks and large feverish eyes will sit at the anchor desk delivering the news in a toothless mumble and then ignore increasingly frantic signals and pleas to go to commercial break and instead recite between pulls on a bottle a long, rambling, incendiary poem, his voice rising and falling like a medieval executioner’s double-sided axe, until all the baskets are filled with the heads of our namesakes and the only sound that is still worth heeding is the disputatious sound of the children’s orchestra tuning up.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie’s latest full-length poetry collection, Gun Metal Sky, is due in early 2021 from Thirty West Publishing.
Sep
The Voice
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Beginning on his sixteenth birthday, Kevin began to hear a voice in his head. A friendly voice, it offered advice and made recommendations regarding both important and unimportant topics alike. Kevin thought of it as a friend.
As time passed, the voice gradually became more insistent about certain themes. Of particular concern to the voice was what car insurance Steven used. This seemed like an unimportant matter to Steven, who was content to stay on his parents’ insurance policy with Allstate. This extremely bothered the voice, and eventually Steven relented.
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