Posts Tagged ‘Words’
May
Go Slow
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
With her seat tilted back, she could only see the tree tops as they sped past. She squeezed his hand tightly, letting him know without words that she loved him, but also she hated it when he drove too fast. They could communicate a lot without words.
He eased off the pedal.
The car felt heavy, stuffed to the fenders with every possession she had in the world. Remembering her bedroom, empty except for the naked bed frame and the pink and yellow wallpaper she picked out when she was eleven, caused her to choke up.
‘Go slower,’ she said.
Apr
Oh Baby
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He’s seeking to please, down on his knees, when everything freezes.
He’s holding his breath, scared half to death, then everything stops.
She’s the love of his life, one day his wife, when everything freezes, his heart starts and drops.
There’s not enough time, it’s all a true crime. Some kind of conspiracy, no true north polarity.
His thoughts have a meter, his words want to rhyme. His raison d’etre stutters sublime.
Now it’s all over, she’s lost in the past. A mysterious end that happened too fast.
It just goes to show: nothing truly matters, when nothing ever lasts.
Feb
Final Instructions
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The fight between Lefty Louie and Bonecrusher Rocco was only minutes away. Bonecrusher was an awesome specimen – a huge head, bull neck, and massive chest and biceps.
In Louie’s corner, Al, his manager, had a few last words.
“The referee’s going to give you both instructions in the middle of the ring.”
Why a square surface was called a ring Louie didn’t understand.
“He’s going to tell you to go to a neutral corner when someone’s down. Break when he tells you to. Then he’ll say let the better man win.”
“What?”
“I know, Louie. Just forget that last part.”
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
Jan
Magic Of Hell
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Closed time curved loop reality travel is what Mandela-effected people are experiencing.
Say WHAT? Imagine if you will a group of people with the ability to steal ideas, people, souls, and move them from one reality to the next.
Then realize the multiverse is nothing more than mirror realities played over and over again like a film with many endings.
Those moving through time are seeing the world as a past life. Where words like Dilemna are now spelt like Dilemma. While mirror mirror on the wall is talking about a Kozyrev magic mirror that transported souls from one realm.
From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle
Jan
Platero And I: Old Skool Bloodbrothers
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
No doubt you have been wondering, dear Platero, why Stefano keeps spitting on the ground each time we pass his house and I greet him with a slight nod.
We grew up in the same neighborhood and became good friends. Later we went to college in the same city, where we got drunk together and whispered similar sweet words in girls ears. We were convinced the world was at our feet and nothing would ever change that.
But then…the civil war broke out and blood brothers became sworn enemies.
Time heals many wounds, Platero, but clearly not all.
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
Hervé (°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.
Sep
Note To Self
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I recognized the helmet on the unearthed body as the same customized gear hidden in my private lab. The ancient, scarred face underneath it, not so much. The damage was far too extensive. Even so, I knew.
Words scratched into the metal plate the body clutched remained legible: “Do not activate.” It didn’t specify what, but I knew that, too.
If I press that button in my lab a portal will open to the past. I had decided against the risk.
But now I must do it. I need to find out what could cause me to write that warning.
From Guest Contributor Sean MacKendrick
Jul
The Postcard’s Promise
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
As Harland dug through the ruins, he found a hidden and weathered desk. On it, an old postcard displayed a faded, scenic landscape. Flipping it over, he read delicate handwritten words:
“Dear Wanderer,
May this postcard be your journey’s memento, reminding you of wonders witnessed and truths sought. Let it inspire your quest for knowledge and enlightenment. With each step, the world and you transform. Embrace the magic within, letting it guide your path. Uncover the mysteries. Remember, great adventures start unexpectedly.
Safe travels,
A fellow explorer.”
Harland cherished the postcard as a symbol of inspiration and continued his exploration.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Jun
Missing You
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I am still looking for you. I wish you hadn’t left. Our hearts still hurt badly.
We’re on a never-ending roller-coaster ride desperately wishing to get off and find you on the other side.
But you’re not there.
You did your best in battle. In the end, you lost.
Now at peace, you lay alongside others; other brethren who fought their own battles and lost.
You’re no longer in pain or suffering. I should be content with that.
I remember your words, and I will do my best. As I am struggling to learn to continue on without the greatest.
From Guest Contributor Hope Scippio
Hope is a student of journalism, graphic design, and broadcasting at Pikes Peak State College.
May
Curious Cath
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She needed to know so badly, but was afraid to ask. Imagine he didn’t know either or – worse – had forgotten.
No, she wouldn’t bother the renowned academic (and her life partner) with it. It would only distract him from his life’s work: the analysis of 100-word stories.
For days on end he researched various pieces, decomposing the sentences and studying the words.
A few times he attempted himself, but he never got further than 96.
His admiration for the 100-word virtuosos was endless.
However, her curiosity got the upper hand.
“Honey, I’ve waited a long time to ask you, but…”
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
Hervé (°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.
May
Songs Of Memory
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mother Spider began to sing, and a harmony of words awoke the web of memories. I searched for that moment of allure in those endless dark trees when she first spoke. There were so many expressions on my tongue, but I couldn’t remember them all.
“How do you know all that?”
She whispered, “How do I know anything?”
Her words became my words, rising and falling, flickering and weaving as she sang.
I learned everything from Mother Spider, as did all the other spiders who heard her voice long before the flood of darkness fell and created those endless woods.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster