Story Sunday: Ancient and Dead

 

It’s the most exciting find in archeological history.  An ancient structure uncovered in a sea of dirt and rocks.  Experts are telling the public that it once was used to house thousands of paper items.  A library full of books.

Archaic relics of a long since extinct race of man.

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Story Saturday: The Extinction Event

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I recently came across a prompt put out by Liam J Cross Writing and Editing:

A rocket ship to outer space. A mission to save the world. Or so they thought…

It was way too intriguing NOT to write a story for this!

 

The Extinction Event

 

 He watched as the white smoke trailed behind the first rocket as it zoomed up towards space.  For months, it was advertised, preached, and listed as “man’s greatest hope for survival,” but he knew the truth.

By agreeing to send “them” any and all offspring for research and food, they basically secured mankind’s doom.  It was only a matter of time before the public found out, and what would happen then?

Again, he knew.

Chaos.  Total anarchy.  And then what would “theydo?

No matter what, annihilation was certain for them all.

The Unknown (Micro-Story)

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Somewhere down that road, is the unknown.

The heavy mist conceals its true nature.

All I know is that anyone who enters, never comes back.

What lies in there?

My mind races with possibilities.

None of them, good.

Morbid curiosity now getting the best of me.

Without consulting, my feet begin to move…towards it.

The threshold nearing, my heart’s racing.

A part of me doesn’t want to go in there…the words raging in my mind like a siren:

No, no, no!

Yet, there’s this quiet voice, beckoning me on.

Why do you think people don’t return? Perhaps they did NOT want to.

Yes, that must be it.  I want to see what they’re seeing.

I’m standing in front of the murky barrier.  It’s cool breaths radiating over my body.

Just one step, and I’ll be there.

But…

Like a plant, I’m rooted to the spot.

My chest hurts.  My head, throbs.

A hand reaches out as I watch my fingers disappear into the whiteness.

Icy cold as a shiver pulses through me, rattling my teeth.

I close my eyes and a gentle tug on the hand slowly propels me forward.

This is it.  I will soon see what’s on the other side.

I notice the voices are now silent. I should feel relieved.  At peace.

Why don’t I?

My body now completely immerses in the mist, its wetness trickles over the exposed skin.

I hear sounds.  Loud muffled sounds.  They drum through my chest like a separate heart beat.

Music? A thunderous water fall?

My ears popped as if the plugs are pulled and the sounds grow clearer.

Screams.

Not music nor a water fall.

Something’s creeping up my body.  They feel like hot tendrils with claws.

Every outward sound melts in to a deafening silence.

Until…

All I can hear are my own screams.

 


 

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You Tube Tuesday: The Bench

 

(*YouTube Tuesday idea originally came from the Martians Attack blog)

 

A secret dream of mine is wanting to see one of my works produced into a feature film.   I just love the thought of seeing my story come to life with visuals and music.  Well, I decided not to wait any longer and began creating my own “films” by using the movie-making software, Kizoa.  Yeah, it’s not quite the same as having actors acting out parts of the stories I’ve written, but it’s close enough and not to mention, fun!

Here’s the most recent one I created for a microfiction I wrote, The Bench.

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Story Sunday: Fire and Ash

 

 

As she stood in the entryway

staring at the black mass in the fiery sky

she wondered

what good did technology do for them

now on the brink of extinction?

Gusts of heated air whipped around her body

as the only thoughts of comfort

were of all the written journals

she’d buried in the deep caverns nearby

in the hope that those pieces of her would survive

while the rest be reduced to nothing

but hot ashes