100 Words - Horror

 

I had to scurry up the stairs. She had my laptop and guessed my password. (It’s not hard if you know me.) Sure enough she was rifling through my browser history. I yelled, “I’m a mystery writer! It’s just research for a book!”

I thought it would help to show her some of my recent writing and explain how it related to the research I was doing. She was hesitant, but agreed.

For the first few pages it was going well. She laughed at the cops’ witty comments. Then she got to the disemboweling scene. I’m going to miss her.

100 Words - Abandoned

 

Forgive my failings, my follies and my offenses. I seek mercy. I’m only human. I was young. I didn’t know better. Every night I pray for forgiveness. Every night the voices in my head say no.

I wander the abandoned streets seeking justice, revenge, peace or whatever I can find to break myself out of the bleakness that inhabits my soul. Failing again.

There is a woman out there somewhere. I’ll know her when I see her. She will love me, but she will not love me. There is no redemption in her arms. I’ll have none for her either.

100 Words - Dictator

 

With a minimal amount of effort, Raul could have been a great dictator. He had the education, attitude and charisma. Most importantly, he had the empathy of a metamorphic rock. Other people existed to serve, and in many cases, worship him.

He would pace in his tower lair, AKA attic apartment, and plot his rise to power on a series of vision boards covered in little yellow sticky notes he stole from his mother’s office.

Fortunately for the world, even minimal effort was too much to expect from Raul. His lethargy was a black hole, absorbing any inkling of work.

The Border

Was it worth it?

100 Words - Sack of Marbles

 

Mixed in with the pile of uninspired knickknacks on the thrift store shelf was a small sack of green marbles. They didn’t look like regular marbles. You could almost see through them, but your reflection got in the way.

There was no price, so the clerk sold them to Billy for a dollar. He studied each one that night while lying on his bed, putting them away as sleep overtook him.

In the morning, he was dead. An x-ray showed that his brain had shrunk to nothing.

Two weeks later, his family donated all his stuff to the thrift store.

100 Words - Ghost Road

The problem with most RV parks is that are built on land not good for much more than an RV park. That means that most are built many miles away from anything interesting. The upside of this is that I get to go on cycling adventures.

I rode my bike for miles along the dirt road across the dessert to explore a ghost town I read about. I reached it after nearly three hours, and turned right around when I saw the toll booth. They wanted eight dollars and had big guns. Back to camp I went. Another great adventure.

100 Words - Sloth

 

I miss sloth. Several years ago life forced me to get up off the couch. I slowly learned to exercise more and eat better. Now I’m the healthiest I’ve ever been and stressed out beyond belief. There was no stress back on the couch. I miss the couch.

I considered the other deadly sins. Gluttony is out of the question. I’ll never be fat again. Pride, greed, wrath and envy have no obvious upside. That leaves lust.

So lust it is. Time to be the creepy old guy at the end of the bar, hunting for some creepy old gal.