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Friday Fictioneers – From the Mountaintops

© Dee Lovering
© Dee Lovering

I’ll tell you an inconvenient truth- the sun has always been expanding.  It’s a star; it grows until it explodes.  It was just sitting up there the whole time, like a big stupid time bomb.  Tick tock! Tick tock!

No one knew what it meant at first, but they quickly found out with the rising water and scorching heat.  Some herded to the mountaintops to avoid drowning, but they’ll melt sooner.  Others went ahead and took the dive.  But most people herded like sheep to the middle ground, quickly running out of food and fresh water.

Go ahead and start eating each other, stupid idiots! Ya’ll will be soup soon anyway!

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Friday Fictioneers – White Out

© Douglas M. MacIlroy
© Douglas M. MacIlroy

It’s not the dark that scares me.

 

The night conceals the dastardly deeds of heartless men, but they do not scare me.

 

The surroundings dim and furniture fades.  There’s no longer the daily distractions.  No one but the nurses to keep me company, but loneliness is not what scares me.

 

The ghastly ghouls and monstrous murderers that lurk in every corner of dreams.  The creature that reaches up from under my bed and drags me screaming into the abyss may be haunting, but nightmares do not scare me.

 

The pulsing beeps turning into a high-pitched hum and the fade to white; that’s what scares me.

Friday Fictioneers – Burnt

© Roger Bultot
© Roger Bultot

It’s amazing how much can change so quickly.

One minute it’s there, the next – Poof!  Into smoke and ash.

Everything is flammable with enough lighter fluid.

People take so much for granted.

Consumerism has caused more deaths, more wars than any fire has.

I’ll teach people not to choose a new TV over an old friend.

Live in comfort, not in commodities.

The most important things are immaterial, and those can’t be burned.

Even with all these matches and gasoline, I can’t torch away my hatred for them.

Believe me, I’ve tried.

Where do you think these burns came from?


Friday Fictioneers – The Inevitable Cycle

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© Sandra Crook

A troop of tanks crushed the forest floor under its tracks: now a squished mix of weeds, dirt, and blood.  The blood doesn’t mix and rises to the top, creating a demolished field of crimson.

A soldier sits on a stump of a tree blown over by blasts.

“Men’s thirst for power is engraved into them, but it is a different kind of natural.

“While above ground, we destroy the Earth in our battles, but one day soon, the Earth will win the war, and we will be under it.

“Our bodies will crumble into compost and regrow what we’ve done.”




Part of weekly Friday Fictioneers where writers write short stories in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt.