The Inspiration:
A story:
“Mom?”
Sighing, I take my foot off the pedal. Flat fell seams take concentration and now this! Alex is at the window, pointing.
I look out into a gathering dark, the sky roiling like a hurricane tossed sea. The neighbors have left their homes, standing in the street. Some are clutching each other, sobbing. Some have fallen to their knees, eyes fixed on a sky that punches down towards them dancing with silvered flame.
I cross and open the back door. She stands rapt; arms spread wide, her hair whipping in the vortex.
“Young lady! Didn’t we discuss this yesterday?”
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Now, your turn.
“They lied! They said it would be Yellowstone that blew up, not Kankakee!”
I don’t have story, but that photo looks the view from my backyard yesterday.
First cookout of the season? BTDT.
A ray of cheerful sunlight caught the Chief Justice as he announced, “Today’s final Public Justice Display is the one who led the previous traitor into his crime, his own mother. Bring out the criminal!”
The Justice guards stood at ready position, rifles loaded, as the Chief Justice turned to the President who said simply, “Proceed.”
As the woman cried out, “How could you do this to us, your mother, your brother?”, the President replied, “Who is my mother and my brother? Whoever does My Will is my mother and brother!”
And the people bowed down and worshipped Him.
[…] Fiction picked up from darleen at protein wisdom and smitty at The Other McCain. Go read their stories. They’re only 100 words long, so it […]
Yaaawn… The sound of the wind rushing past the driver’s window softly whistled a forgotten lullaby. He reached to the dash, adjusting the temperature ever so slightly cooler. “Awake, have to stay awake.” he muttered and reminded himself that dawn was only minutes away . He blearily surveyed the interstate stretching forward into the dark, searching for the first hint of dawn. The soft glow of Venus was barely visible, but it quickly became more pronounced. Spinning grotesquely larger, it flamed across the sky narrowing the distance between the speeding car and it. Shrieking above the car, it passes meters overhead spewing sulpher and ash in it’s wake. He waited for the inevitable crushing concussion.
[…] from Jimmie’s great story, who snagged the idea from from Darleen at protein wisdom and Smitty at The Other McCain. Mine is 106 words, but whatever. Don’t judge me! Or […]
Turn? My turn?
Yep, sure. Go ahead and give it a try.
Ok, my turn. (turns around) Ha! . . . . . . . . So fine, here goes:
Stop! Just stop. How’s about we divert you from your apocalyptic apoplexy with some tasty beautiful feminine attractions, not to say camelus ungulae between the thighs exactly, but appealingly stirring none the less?
Oh? And what, whatever possible out here in the back of beyond, not a single fembot to be seen?
Y’know: Boobies!, bazongas!, knockers!, titties!, funbags! . . . slather that on your brainmeat . . . —> the underside of that cloud: Mammatus.
Fin.