Sunday, July 22, 2018

100 Words a Day 1233

Though the bed was large enough for two, Sir Bedivere was the sole occupant. He lay on his side, cradling a sword in a plain, old scabbard. His arms were wrapped around it in the way that a man might embrace his sleeping wife. His hands however, clutched the handle to the point of turning white.

There was a crash somewhere else in the castle. He coiled around the sword, covering it with his body. His lips rested involuntarily on the pommel. Despite being well-used, the exquisite detail hadn’t faded. Gradually, he relaxed, and eventually rolled back onto his side.

Saturday, July 21, 2018

100 Words a Day 1232

As I wandered through the submarine, I found my calls answered only by echoes. I felt no motion and the periscope revealed only darkness. When I loosened the hatch, water began leaking in, forcing me to quickly tighten it again.

We must be on the bottom. The thought set my heart pounding. I had to know.

I struggled into a deep-dive suit and clomped into the airlock. When the outer door opened, my headlamp revealed a kelp forest anchored to the sandy floor. The long, thick strands swayed slowly in the soft ocean current. Strange fish fled from the light.

Thursday, July 19, 2018

100 Words a Day 1231

The onset of the thirst was sudden and all-consuming. I cast the sweat-drenched sheet off of my emaciated body and rolled out of bed, crashing onto the floor. I was so weak. But the thirst. The thirst crackled at every nerve-ending of my body. I dragged my wane body across the floor. Initially without destination, I gradually became aware of a scent tickling the tips of my nose hairs. I followed that electrifying odor down the many flights of stairs, until I was lying atop the cold basement stones, lying in wait for the scurrying rats, full of precious blood.

Monday, July 16, 2018

100 Words a Day 1230

Carter held his handkerchief to his face and hurried through the coughing bunkhouse, eyes on the floor, and not for the first time cursed the architectural and bureaucratic incompetence that forced him to walk daily through that repository of the diseased.  Some instinct made him look up. There was a narrow, sickly-shouldered man walking towards him. When they were closer, Carter observed a face replete with alien features. The man’s large, bulging eyes seemed to be looking in opposite directions and weird flaps of skin hung under either side of his jaw. He held a strange idol between wet-looking fingers.

Friday, July 13, 2018

100 Words a Day 1229

“Happy Birthday!”

I started of bed and crashed onto the floor, hitting my head on something. I looked up and saw a blurry mass of people blocking my view of my room. I rubbed my eyes and the mass coalesced into my friends and family. They stared at me expectantly. My head was starting to ache from whatever it had hit.


“It’s your birthday!” my mom declared.

“No it isn’t.” I shook my head.

“Yes it is. It’s September 10th.”

“That’s Steve’s birthday, Mom.”

I could see her brain working. She suddenly deflated when she realized I was right.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

100 Words a Day 1228

“Uff,” Pat said after finishing his long swig. “Whoever named this the Suffering Bastard knew what he was talking about. I’m feeling better already.”

Some of the pain lines on his face faded. But the dark circles around his eyes remained, and his skin was still pale.

“Ready to do it again?” Sarah asked, eyes twinkling.

“Not sure I can,” John said, holding his Bloody Mary against his forehead, which was sweating.

Pat stared down at his mug. It was carved in the shape of the strange idols that doted the islands. Its big eyes sat atop a lurid grin.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

100 Words a Day 1227

After the submarine breached the ice, there was a moment of relief when the hatch opened. Our cries of elation were swept away by the roaring arctic wind however. We looked around. We saw nothing but a field of cracked ice, broken only by an enormous frozen pillar thrusting towards the clear blue sky some distance away.  Within minutes, our teeth started chattering, despite our heavy coats. It seemed we had traded death by suffocation for death by freezing.  The wind died suddenly and we could hear the shifting ice crackling, laughing at our plight.  

“We won’t last the night.”