Posts Tagged ‘Wind’
May
The Snake Tree
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The forest saw it all. Less than a moon turn she lasted.
Wrapped in a shroud, he planted her in the leafy earth under the shade of birch and pine. Worms and beetles took her to the forest, bit by bit.
She called to him from the snake tree, and he rushed to her while the moon shone across the water. They lay on sheets of green. Her embrace was stronger than death. Beetles and worms took him bit by bit. The rustle of leaves and the sighing of wind.
The forest saw it all and the forest was pleased.
From Guest Contributor David Rae
David lives in Scotland. He loves stories that exist just below the surface of things, like deep water.
He has most recently had work published or forthcoming in; THE FLATBUSH REVIEW, THE HORROR TREE, LOCUST, ROSETTA MALEFICARIUM, SHORT TALE 100, and 50 WORD STORIES. You can read more at Davidrae-stories.com
Apr
Cars And Cradles
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The drive was rocky. Hanging out of the window of the car speeding past pine trees, barely clinging to the edge of a degrading dirt road, she felt free. Sitting on the edge of her seat, she stuck her hand out the window and played with the wind whipping past her fingers. Up and down up and down her hand went. As the road got rougher she tightened her seat belt, the last vestibule of safety in a spiraling series of events. She tucked herself in as if waiting for the kiss that never came, that hug that never happened.
From Guest Contributor Noah Bello
Mar
Storm
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Having left my car behind, smashed against a tree in the forest, I’ve been walking for hours, with the snow and wind against my face. My feet half frozen, barely able to breathe and my hands numb, I’m lonely and afraid. If only I could see in front of me, but it’s becoming dark and the snow distorts my vision.
I can’t go any further. I fall to the cushioned ground and pray my death will be painless. I close my eyes and feel the snow cover my body. I drift off, and the last thing I see is darkness.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Aug
Loner
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Worst thing about having a drunken Da who pissed people off was that Malachy tended to suffer from ‘trickle-down’ syndrome: friendships nurtured in his own child-like manner evaporating as parents infected would-be playmates with their contempt for his father.
He crouched over the little burn on farmland close to his suburban home watching the tadpoles emerge from frogspawn, eager to claim a hopper for his very own.
There was a sizeable puddle in his backyard courtesy of poor drainage.
The leprous ache inside expanded to form tundra.
Still, it was quiet, and the symphony of wind and wildlife was wonderful.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Jul
Sunday Morning
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Polystyrene-on-glass calls pause. Unknown bird waits. Magpie’s hoarse rattle bobs upon chill breeze, followed by one clipped caw. Wind and distant slumber.
Dog yelp, muffled by intervening streets, punctuates keyboard-click.
Repeated.
Nothing.
Wheeze of diesel engine and hiss of pneumatic tyres upon Tarmac cue pair of voices in garbled conversation, growing as they near.
The dog dips paw into arena of proper barking before relenting, wounded by unanimous indifference.
Then…timeless chorus of seagulls.
All cede to a hesitant wind under sombre sky.
Footfalls.
Children’s voices shatter tableau, announcing subdued urgency of Sunday morning.
Bleakness prevails, yet wind chimes sound.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Mar
Rain Day
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I stare out the window watching the torrents of rain pound the leaves on my maple tree and listen to the ferocious wind hit against the siding of my house. My dog Patty barks and scratches the windowpane. I pull her next to me on the couch and rub her stomach, the only thing that soothes her. Roads are closed due to flooding and I’m stuck at home.
I had an argument with my boss yesterday about not getting enough time off. Now I’m home and bored out of my mind watching the clock.
It’s funny how things turn out.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Christmas Eve On The Eastern Front
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Schmidt and I carry Braun into the church. Outside we’d freeze to death this Christmas Eve.
Icy wind blows through the shell hole in the cupola. We break up a pew for a fire.
It illuminates a statue of St. Michael.
We share a cup of schnapps.
Braun cannot partake. His stomach wound means he will die during the night.
We hear the squeaking of metal tracks.
“Tanks!”
Schmidt extinguishes the fire. If they’re T-34s we’re doomed. The Russians take no prisoners for what we’ve done to their land.
In the darkness I sense St. Michael’s eyes staring down unforgivingly.
From Guest Contributor Ian Fletcher
Jun
Marathon Man
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I lace up my trainers; the park beckons me.
My new Runmaster 3000 watch. Mary’s times improved dramatically using
the mind control feature. Now it’s my turn.
A gust of wind blows the instructions out of my hand. Oh well. How
complicated can a running watch be?
I press a button. My body starts stretching. “Run.” I do; my technique
is perfect.
“One mile completed; Nine hundred and ninety-nine miles remaining.”
Oops.
I try to press the button, but my arms swing forwards and backwards
like pistons. “Stop! Halt! Reset! Help!?!?”
“Two miles completed; Nine hundred and ninety-eight miles remaining.”
From Guest Contributor Ross Clement
Mar
Winter
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I peered suspiciously beyond the chipped lacquer of the oaken balcony. I had seen this before. The wind was coming.
Somehow, this place had now become my opus. I mean to say of course that it had supplanted my imagination. The verdurous landscape below appeared at times surreal; dioramic. And yet, at almost the same moment, conscious; alive to the rhythmic pulsations of the earth. Living in the trees was an idyllic stillness; in the air, an inscrutable entropy.
Soon, without warning, the wind would be be upon us, and a pervasive cold would grip the house for many days.
From Guest Contributor L.S. Worthy
Feb
Periplaneta Sapiens
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The rain and wind further eroded the evidence that humans had once
dominated the Earth.
A cockroach scuttled by. Even in the scant thousand years since humans
had disappeared, Darwinian evolution had changed it. The cockroach
held itself on its hind and middle legs, while it’s forelegs
dexterously solved the problem of extracting a morsel of food from a
crack.
Another cockroach approached. The two insects greeted each other with
interlocked antennae. Evolution had been at work here too. Their
social interactions more complex and their intelligence greater.
From the ruins of one civilization, an even greater civilization would grow.
From Guest Contributor Ross Clement