The inspiration:
A story:
In that pearl grey before true dawn she stays abed and remembers grandfather’s stories.
He told of the city he grew up in, its soaring towers , moving sidewalks and flying cars.
“Just think!” he’d whisper, “what the future holds for you! By the time you’re grown the science outpost on Mars may be a city you’ll live in!”
Dawn breaks and she hears the call. She tucks his stories deep inside, reaches out a calloused hand to grab her hoe, throws on her burka and goes to wait for the horse-drawn cart that will take her to the fields.
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Now, your turn.
“I think I’ll have asparagus for dinner tonight.”
[…] we go. Today’s inspiration allowed me to revisit the “Little Jeffrey” character. I have been putting it off, but I […]
Reminded me of this. Well, the part right before this.
This is funnier.
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That some creative formatting right there. Still works though…
“The story of the city of Babel is recorded in Genesis 11:1–9. Everyone on earth spoke the same language. As people migrated from the east, they settled in the land of Shinar. People there sought to make bricks and build a city and a tower with its top in the sky, to make a name for themselves, so that they not be scattered over the world. God came down to look at the city and tower, and remarked that as one people with one language, nothing that they sought would be out of their reach. God went down and confounded their speech, so that they could not understand each other, and scattered them over the face of the earth, and they stopped building the city. Thus the city was called Babel”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tower_of_Babel
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Pickin’ Time
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“MOMMMM! HE’S DOING IT AGAAAAIN!” His sister’s well-worn shriek pierced the evening air.
His parents traded silent glances with each other across the table. His father finally sighed and looked away. “I guess it’s my turn.”
He walked up beside his son. “Where is it this time?” he finally asked.
Dealen pursed his lips thoughtfully. “I, uh, actually think it’s more of a when than a where.”
“You know these things are dangerous, right? If the dimensions bleed over…”
“They won’t. They never do.”
“Well, just…stop. Please. It makes people…nervous.”
Daelen shook his head sadly, and the portal was gone.