Posts Tagged ‘World’
Sep
My Sidekick
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She was the best stress buster I had. My best friend. My confessor, she bore all my messes. Talking to her was necessity not habit. She was my anchor in my bad marriage days. Ironically, my daughter shares a birthday with her.
She is the picture perfect woman to me. She got married to the best guy in the world. I’m so happy for her. I had never thought distance and time would keep us apart in these technologically advanced days. She is in EST and I am IST. What a mess these 9.5 hours have created in my life.
From Guest Contributor Dr. Scribbler
Jul
Give Me Words, Paint Me Colours
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Tell me words that describe your universe,” she begs, “give me images for what I can’t see.”
“How? Your eyes only detect thirty-eight colours; I count them in thousands.”
She shakes her head and bends to kiss my hands. She knows I don’t have them, but she’s happy with the illusion. It’s another truth she searches for.
“Let me share your reality.”
Not a chance, I think, but I can’t force myself to say it. “I’ll try, human.”
For the sake of our impossible love, for that morning when your world remained silent, for the memory of a destroyed planet.
From Guest Contributor Russell Hemmell
Russell is an alien from Mintaka snuggled into a (consenting) human host. Recent fiction on Gone Lawn, Not One of Us, Typehouse Literary Journal, and elsewhere.
Apr
Zip Bombs
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Six nuclear bombs head for Russia. A short time later the world’s arsenal is launched. Life on the planet changed overnight.
Jon is hiding in a barn with other civilians. As soldiers break in Jon transforms into a pile of hay bales. Soldiers gather the civilians and escort them to camps. Julie, still in the barn, escapes detection because she‘s covered in hay bales. Jon saved her life. Jon changes back to human form.
Afterwards Jon and Julie become best friends. Months later, Jon tells her his secret. “Those six nuclear warheads, they weren’t bombs, that was me,” says Jon.
From Guest Contributor Denny E. Marshall
Feb
La Piedra
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I was once asked a question. In fact, it was the most important question in the history of the world.
The question was so immense that it should have been saved for God himself in the afterlife.
It covered love and hate and fact and fiction and everyone and everything at once.
Naturally, I wanted to answer, but my throat froze and my eyes turned to stone like those of a statue. If my heart throbbed, I wasn’t there enough to feel it.
Honestly, how’s a piece of shit like me supposed to know if everything happens for a reason?
From Guest Contributor Branko Tubic
Feb
First Contact Downer
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
First contact occurred in the year twenty twenty-two.
The spaceship lands on a cold rainy day. December the seventh at eight fifteen in the evening.
Many high-ranking government officials from around the world are lined up by the tarmac waiting to greet the visitors.
Around the landing site crowds have gathered from all around the globe. Hoping to get a glimpse of aliens on this historic occasion.
A sliding hatch opens and a group of aliens depart the ship.
The two sides make small talk. There is great disappointment when earthlings learn the race of aliens is called Kill Humans.
From Guest Contributor Denny E. Marshall
Oct
Locked
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Depression lives with me. Locks my mind in a formidable place. It allows limited interactions with the outside world. Pushes aside the people who love me.
When I feel ready to emerge, it tempts me to abandon the thought. I’d peer out of windows opened to the world and sniff the air. Then, recoil. Preferring the comfort of what I know to something new.
Today, its hold is difficult to resist. A backpack filled with textbooks stays put in my bedroom. The bed becomes my refuge. The pillow, a sponge for tears.
The lock on my school locker remains locked.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her work has been published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, SixWordMemoirs, and Espresso Stories.
Sep
The Veil Of Light
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My body wakes to join my mind in shock as scenes of a distorted world vanish, and realization sinks in. The darkness of the world I inhabit dissipates, and the light arises once more. Haunted by the past and present, but none so terrifying are they to the unknown of the future. That eldritch thing that lurks behind the veil of light, creeping across the land and praised by the Cult of the New Dawn. I lie here in fear, hoping and praying that I possess the strength to face it once more, to conquer the daemon of the day.
From Guest Contributor Michael Atherton
Jul
A Day, A Span
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
At dawn I am brought forth into this world, howling, crying. Mama, a girl hardly thirteen, swaddling my small frail body in a torn shawl. Oblivious that I am a load, or so I think.
At noon I walk briskly through dusty thorny paths nobody else walks through. A long march that brings only thirst. Fighting a war with no combatants. I am an assassin. I aim, I miss. I aim again, I hit.
By dusk I am an old man walking out of this world, soon. Mama, so long a spirit by now. Papa, a boy hardly an adult.
From Guest Contributor Troy Onyango
Apr
Missing
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He felt he’d been travelling. Couldn’t be sure. His memory was as misty as the panorama. It looked like Kiev: all those domed churches. How would I know that? The question hung there, unspoken. The answer ignored it.
He looked down at shapely legs and high-heels. What the–
The world spun. Elise was a woman: always had been. The last thing she remembered was the headache at Lloyds. Oh God…work. Did I walk out?
She reached into her handbag. Passport, cash, credit cards…no tickets.
She determined to make a doctor’s appointment the minute she got home.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Apr
Speak Now
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Matt got the news in time to break up the wedding. Did people actually do that, he wondered, or did that only happen in the movies? Speak now or forever hold your peace. Matt couldn’t remember ever having heard that line spoken at any of the many weddings he’d been to.
Against his heart’s desires, Matt decided to sit the wedding out. Who was he to stand in the way of Carla’s happiness? Instead of attending, he returned to the site of their first date and sat quietly as a piece of the world moved on with his silent assent.
From Guest Contributor Dan Slaten