*Written for the MId-Week Flash Challenge
Our souls. Our history.
All that we ever were.
Lost in the glowing whiteness.
Will the sun ever return its gaze to the earth?
Will its heat be sufficient enough
for our re-awakening?
world’s greatest predator
the first to perish
Write a micro or flash story (or if you prefer, a poem) around the following prompt:
Post your story or poem in the comment section below. Deadline: This Friday, June 14th
No minimum words but try to keep it under 750 words.
*Note: Am participating in the #Write28Days (February) hosted by Anita Ojeda. Click here if you would like tp participate.
Scared witless, he slammed the company’s truck to a full stop and watched as the radioactive sludge engulfed the town. Strangely, the first thought to come to mind was- “Dang, I suppose I should have lowered those control rods.”
This post will serve two purposes: Answer the monthly question for IWSG (Insecure Writer’s Support Group), and satisfy today’s word prompt for the #Write28Days Challenge.
Let’s start with today’s word prompt for the daily blogging Challenge.
Swan (a writer’s lament)
lumbers like the swan
as this sheet of paper
offers no grace in its blankness
Oh, written words, how I long for your
beauty and fullness
-please whisk me away
to a land most divine and true!
This month’s question: Besides writing, what other creative outlets do you have?
When I’m not writing, I enjoy creating videos of my (as well as other writers mainly poets) written works-mostly poems and microfiction. I got this idea after working with Motionpoems for three seasons (interviewing award-winning poets and filmmakers).
I loved the idea of taking poetry and turning them into films. I got to thinking-why not do the same with mine?
By utilizing Kizoa.com, I’ve created several videos (“films”) of my own. Here’s one, for example, of a one-liner story I wrote:
Since I am a visual person who loves music, I enjoy combining images with music and then watch as my writings come to life!
I once had a friend named Blue who swore there was a beast in the woods. She claimed it was a wolf as big as a house. It had red eyes too. Of course, none of us believed her until one day, she simply vanished. Weeks later, a park ranger stumbled upon a boot, the same kind she usually wore. But that wasn’t all that was found. Apparently, he nearly fell into a large hole . He quickly realized it wasn’t just a hole, but an enormous paw print the size of a small car.
I guess Blue didn’t fib after all.
Earth, armed with deadly and toxic instruments, has turned against man – we are now the outcasts, the unwanted.
Blank eyes stared at the bleak landscape as the sun sets on mankind for the final time.
This micro-story was written for this picture prompt (click on the image to read the original post):
She was kept in a cold, dark prison for eons; now the light beckons her to take flight once more, to freedom, to the fiery death of all who stand in her way.