Posts Tagged ‘Wind’
Feb
For A Laugh
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Tina sat in the back of a taxi on her phone. She looked up, and her breath caught.
No longer was she staring at the glass partition; instead a bear stared down at her, its black eyes boring into her.
She screamed and threw her phone. It bounced off its head.
It roared, its canines glistening. “Stop!” The bear growled. It shook her, its claws digging into her.
Tina freed her pepper spray and emptied it in the bear’s eyes.
“The hell?” The cabbie screamed, falling to the ground, grabbing his face.
A twisted laugh carried faintly on the wind.
From Guest Contributor Madison Randolph
Madison is a reader by day and a writer by night. Her works have appeared in Friday Flash Fiction, The Drabble, Bright Flash Literary Review, Spillwords, The Chamber Magazine, A Story in 100 Words, Free Flash Fiction, Microfiction Monday as well as 101 Words under the name Ryker Hayes. She resides in Oklahoma with her family and dog Belle where she spends her time sharpening her writing skills and drinking large amounts of coffee. Her works can be found here. She can be found on Instagram @madisonrandolph17
Jan
Happy New Year
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The wind is howling, and the snow is heavy. New Year’s Eve and Times Square are scarce with the host’s expression one of weariness.
No one is here to celebrate, the weather keeping them home and comfortable by the television, probably sipping hot coffee as I’m doing, or maybe drinking wine or champagne to ring in the coming year.
I have the fireplace lit, bringing more warmth to my cold apartment. My dog Gatsby sits beside me, and we’re snuggled under a blanket.
The countdown begins.
And as the host gets to one, the electricity goes out.
Happy New Year.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Nov
The Thermonuclear War Is On
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The wind is blowing. The strong wind means something from memories. Memories? 1978 Christmas.. Jimmy Carter used nukes against Russia. How do I know? Same reason why I know Douglas MacArthur in Korea had to be changed out so many times, making him look crazy. Because? The soul swapping allows that dead reality to live more. Same with JFK did the governor of Texas wear a cowboy hat? Or did someone else kill him? Thermonuclear war is not winnable. Alternative realities are dying right and left just 90 degrees from your sight is not funny. Laugh but Hawaii was nuked.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Sep
Last Ditch Effort
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The slave driver’s eagles squawk and shift violently in the wind to dodge the endless barrage of waves crashing against the rocky cliff’s edge. By our scent, they know we are close, but they can’t see us.
“It must’ve been an illusion, pa,” says my son. His tunic is soaked by sea and sweat as he rips oar against cruel wave. “The heat makes one see things while fishing. Perhaps there’s no cave.”
I struggle to speak and strain through the invisibility incantation I have surrounding us and our boat, “Row boy! It was no illusion. It’s our only salvation.”
From Guest Contributor John Martinez
Aug
Illusion Of Water
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Harvest-bots eat tomatoes?” Randall asks, stroking one ripening.
“They let ’em rot for bio-fuel,” grunts Arielle, hammering another spike deep into the soil. “Being greedy, Harvest-bots take everything, but they won’t go near water.”
She sets another spike while Randall adjusts the tarp.
“If your plan works, we’ll have real food,” he says, punctuating his remark by crushing a bee-drone. Small metallic pieces pepper his palms.
Arielle looks out on the defiant cerulean blue of the tented field. Years of used plasticine pouches of Mega-Meat and Vital-Veg, sewn together. They undulate and ripple in the wind. Waves, like the sea.
From Guest Contributor Nina Miller
Nina is an Indian-American physician, epee fencer and micro/flash fiction writer from New York. Her work can be found in TL;DR Press’s anthology, Mosaic: The Best of the 1,000 Word Herd Flash Fiction Competition 2022, Bright Flash Literary Review, The Belladonna, Five Minutes, 101 words and more. Find her on Twitter (@NinaMD1) or ninamillerwrites.com
Aug
The Pit
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
There is an island floating above a shattered and charred plane of earth. It’s a little black island, untouched by the sun, hovering above with an unsettling presence. It is awaiting something.
An eerie cosmic wind sweeps into a bottomless chasm beneath the island, the deepest pit ever known to exist.
It stretches from the center of the planet to the edge of reality’s outer realms, a limitless abyss that devours anything thrown into it.
Nature’s laws do not apply here.
This pit is the only law. It will not be content until it has devoured everything in the world.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
May
Like In Versailles
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Poplars lining the road, like in Versailles. Not that I’ve been there. I just imagine that’s how it would be.”
“Are you sure they’re Poplars? Maybe Birch.”
“Birch in Versailles?! I don’t think so.”
“I mean the ones outside. Maybe they’re Birch.”
“I’d prefer Poplars. Like in Versailles. Though I’ve never been there.”
“If you’ve never been there, how do you know anything lines the road?”
‘I imagine there would be something. It’s Versailles, after all. Most likely Poplars.”
“I guess you’re right.”
A silence fell over the room, broken only by the sound of the wind in the Aspen.
From Guest Contributor E. O’Neill
Dec
My Only Friend
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
There is a breeze blowing west. At the top of the biggest tree there is a blue jay bracing in the wind. In my peripheral vision I see a black and white figure below me walking towards the bird. As I realize it is my tuxedo cat, I hear the sound of an engine struggling to drive up towards us. I look to the East and see a truck, I look to the North and see my cat. Then there is blood on my face. As I wipe it off to make myself recognizable, my cat is no longer recognizable.
From Guest Contributor Ina Rose
Ina is a student with a passion for writing.
Oct
Rain
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Music is flowing around me, thought a little flower bud as it shyly opened its dewy new petals. A quiet, peaceful melody of streams of gray pouring from a cloudy sky, framed by cooling rhythm of beads of water hitting cement nearby, thrumming on rooftops of homes around its garden, drumming against wooden walls, staccato taps on glass panes. Wavering patterns of drizzle and downpour, whispers of gentle wind through branches of trees, and drips from pools of water on lush green leaves, add a dulcet cadence, forming a tender harmony to welcome this year’s refreshing renewal of mother nature.
From Guest Contributor Sara Light
Sara lives in Chicago and writes poetry, fiction, and children’s stories. In her spare time, she likes to paint and read. Find her on twitter @SaraLight19, and on her website, saralight.blog.
Sep
Rider Of The Wind
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Daylight spills over the trees, onto bones in our yard. A wind rattles the forest. We tense with fear. Before, we tended gardens, chopped wood, prepared for the next season. Now, we turn our homestead into a church, with crucifixes everywhere.
The minister won’t come.
We string garlic from the eaves, board our windows.
The wind steals our breath.
Father announces a plan. At dusk, as bait, I stand among animal and human bones. Behind me, through the cracked door, father points his rifle, waiting to shoot.
Inside the house, mother mourns her dead children.
Overhead, something rides the wind.
From Guest Contributor Russell Richardson
Russell has written and published many short stories, illustrated a book of poetry, and created children’s books to benefit kids with cancer. His YA novel, Level Up and Die! was published in April of 2021. He lives with his wife and sons in Binghamton, NY, the carousel capital of the world.