Serial (100 Words)
Detective Jake Monroe examined the bloody crime scene. All the expected signs were there; the slashed throat, the look of terror in her eyes, and missing shoes.
The Riverside Killer struck again.
“Number five is a blonde?”
He turned to look at his partner Max who entered the hotel room.
“Do we know her name?”
“Let me see,” Jake scooped up her purse to search for her ID.
“You must be relieved.”
Jake sighed. “Was that necessary?”
Max shrugged. “Hey, at least this time there’s no evidence tying her to you.”
Opening her purse, Jake found a photo of himself.
Aftermath (100 Words)
Faith thought about adding the word “less” to her name.
She had no idea who started the war. It didn’t matter. Nothing remained; just wreckage and ashes.
Days since she saw another living human, she shaded her eyes from the dust clouds.
What kind of God would allow this to happen? The same sadistic, bastard who let her survive.
Faith frowned. Entering an overturned subway, she pushed a corpse with her boot and found a baby.
“Hey, how will I know your name baby girl?”
Someone had pinned a folded note to the baby’s blouse.
She read it.
Photo taken from Pinterest.
The Experiment (100 Words)
Jackson walked through the lonely streets.
Wanting to learn more about his past, he volunteered for the dangerous experiment.
Scientists advised him of everything that could go wrong. They never suspected everything would go right.
Total recall, perfect memory; some said it couldn’t be accomplished.
Yet, long lost memories rushed through him like light through a prism.
Lost loves, toddler falls, even prenatal sensations.
He lived trapped in an eternal state of nostalgia.
They told him he would recall every memory.
No one warned him he would relive every pain.
Jackson finally understood some things are meant to be forgotten.
Photo taken from Google Images
Astronaut Jack Archer stared through the cracked window. The sun appeared like a bright yellow pin prick in the universe.
The ship’s lights flickered.
After the damaged suffered on the rough landing, power may last days or hours.
Archer knew the risks when he volunteered for this mission. He didn’t care.
Life on Pluto couldn’t be any colder or more desolate than living on Earth without his late wife.
He clipped her photo to the dashboard. He would be happy to die admiring her face.
She would bring him eternal peace.
Power suddenly shutoff.
Infinite darkness invaded the tiny vessel.
The Firefly Who Wanted To Be A Star
Once there was a tiny
firefly who wanted to
glow upon this world.
A task impossible for
one lonesome bulb.
Every night she shined
so bright yet she never
became a star. Until all
her little friends joined in
to illuminate the dark.
One firefly alone could
never change a world,
but thousands working
together can create a
universe here on Earth.
My wife found this image in Google and asked me to write a poem about the Firefly who wanted to be a star.
Don Luccini’s Daughter
A man in control of his universe, Don Gino Luccini’s accent caressed every syllable, “Why are you here?”
Ray Gamba admired Sofia Luccini’s portrait. “To bring this killer to justice.”
“Forget justice.” The angry Mafioso smirked. “Bring him to me.”
Gamba squirmed. The alluring young lady in the painting appears to look back at him.
“I will pay you handsomely for delivering Sofia’s killer.”
“Forget your dirty money,” he cursed. Luccini would never understand I loved his daughter.
“Detective, you have no idea how I feel.”
Gamba sighed, if you only knew how I feel after accidentally shooting your daughter.
Photo taken from Google Images.
Henry watched his wife stand before the magic mirror he purchased at the antique shop. The shopkeeper assured him she would love it.
Glowing, Samantha admired her youthful reflection minus every wrinkle and twenty pounds. Platinum blond replaced thinning white hairs. Her leathery skin worn by time, appeared soft and radiant.
“If only I still looked this way.” Samantha passed her withered hand across her aged face, “I was flawless.”
“Look at my reflection. See how beautiful I was twenty years ago.”
“I don’t need the mirror,” Henry replied. “I can see how beautiful you are from here.”