Directions: Write a scene or an entire story of 100 words on the nose (no more, no fewer), inspired by this photograph. No judging. All fun. (Normal Flash! Friday guidelines regarding content apply.)
Don’t forget to add your Twitter handle & link to your blog, if you please.
And a few words on how your week’s going would be lovely!
This week’s Warmup Wednesday challenge: In honor of Earth Day, destroy and/or save the planet.
Little Miracles
(100 words)
Go ahead and pick me. I’m the only plant you’ll find for miles. Pray to your god; thank him for providing you with a miracle. Hold me in your mouth and suck the last bit of water from my leaf. As small as I am, I can provide you with a few nutrients. I’ll give the last few of you a moment of relief from your hunger.
If only you knew my true purpose. I’m the poisonous little leaf that will kill the last of you and save everything else.
Things will get better without humans messing it all up.
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By the way, my week is going fine. I got out fishing with my son on the weekend so it’s all good. Now if it would only get a bit warmer and more spring-like in my neck of the woods!!!
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Intriguing take! I was thinking about the fact that if they pluck it now they might have instant gratification but wouldn’t be able to grow other plants like it. And then I hit the 2nd paragraph.
Glad to hear it’s going well with you!
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nice twist great x
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The sinister plots of plants…I love it.
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Reg, I reeeeally love the tension between the first paragraph and the rest of the story. It’s an abrupt, unexpected shift, and when you get to the end you understand the beginning in a whole new way. Really wonderful work.
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Before the Flood
(100 words)
“Not worth it.”
“Really?”
“No point.”
“Must be.”
“Not even for ten.”
“Why not?”
“Rejected.”
“Not all.”
“Not enough.”
“You made it.”
“I’ll destroy it.”
“Won’t look good.”
“Don’t care.”
“See the leaf?”
“So?”
“Save it.”
“Why?”
“It’s innocent.”
“So it is.”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Mistreating it.”
“You did.”
“Have mercy.”
“Why?”
“I’m guilty.”
“You are.”
“No hope?”
“See the leaf?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll save it.”
“Why?”
“I can.”
“And me?”
“You’ll live.”
“Why?”
“I’m merciful.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Your mercy.”
“And now?”
“I’ll change.”
“How?”
“Love the land.”
“And?”
“Love you?”
“Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.”
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Love this!
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Thank you. I hope your week improves.
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Goodness how often we beg “have mercy.” I wonder if it ever gets tiresome to hear…
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Foy, you are so right. Thank God hope springs eternal.
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Cool format!
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Thanks, Holly.
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Love the pacing, the back-and-forth, as well as the story progression. Beautifully done.
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Thank you Dragon Lady!
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Ah! The polyanthus! Like so many of the gifts I’ve given her has been allowed to wilt and die, unappreciated – pretty much like our relationship.
“Be a man!” she says. “Stand up for yourself!”
She doesn’t understand that my ‘standing up’ is doing battle for life on the planet, not pugilistic encounters. My fight is with the big polluters and they fight with lawyers not with their fists.
In my battles, I need strategy, skill, lateral thinking. I need to get down and dirty my way. Chess is a far better life coach for me than football ever can be!
(100 words)
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Nice. There are others ways to battle than “pugilistic encounters.” Glad the MC seems comfortable with his/her way of “lateral thinking”.
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Thanks for the thoughtful comment.
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Love this, the language is beautiful!
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Thanks for your generosity, Holly.
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LOVE LOVE the opening!!! “Ah! The polyanthus!” –who wouldn’t keep reading after that?! a fantastic and engaging opening to this story.
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CHA CHA CHA CHIA (100 words)
Producing enough food for every individual on the planet requires three basic components: water, nutrients and a healthy form on which roots can grow. Hydroponics have shown us that wet sponges are sufficient if the other conditions are present.
Soylent Inc. has now introduced “You Grow.”
Seeds are massaged into one’s skin and nutrients are introduced via protein drinks. Heat is provided for germination by the body’s internal temperature. At least three hours in direct sunlight is required for photosynthesis. Sun lamps with full-spectrum light can be substituted for actual sunlight.
Harvesting is as simple as shaving.
…………………………………….
Good week on Cape Cod. I planted seeds (in the dirt) for this year’s bounty. Wish I could share extra veggies over the internet because my neighbors are usually overwhelmed by mid summer.
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Oooo! Vivid images of plants growing out of and up my arm with this one. I liked the nod to Soylent as well. 😉
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I don’t think I can trust any product called “Soylent.” 😉 Fun story!
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Great story. Love the title, too!
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This story is absolutely disgustingly gross, and I LOVED EVERY WORD. What a clever, awful idea. May our planet never be so overgrown we have to rely on Soylent in that way! And a stark, brutal ending, simple but powerful. Well constructed and executed, start to finish.
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Word count 100 excluding title
@susanOReilly3
Overcome
In a garden of neglect and hate
a tiny seed of love and healing was sown
Opinion was that it was too late
the poor neglected garden too infested, overgrown
The seed slowly blossomed
its roots strangled, but for freedom fought
over adversity it triumphed
soon the leader’s heart was caught
The black rose flowered into red
the weeds a pretty, sunny yellow
no longer hatred and death spread
the atmosphere now serene and mellow
A piece of heaven on earth, an oasis of serenity
clear water runs, replaces muck
flowers bloom aplenty
one tiny seed is all it took
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I love the contrast in the title (“Overcome with grief springs to mind) with the message of hope in the poem. Lovely. 🙂
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thanks very much Foy glad you like cheers x
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The last line is especially lovely.
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thanks very much Holly x
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Love the ” a tiny seed of love was sown” but then, I’m a romantic 🙂
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thanks Caenys glad you like cheers x
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I love the story arc here. And goodness, such marvelous noisy words: hate, infested, strangled, death. The slow, fluid transition from neglect to oasis is just lovely.
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thanks very much Rebekah for a lovely comment I’m so glad you like cheers x
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New Hope
Word Count: 100
realmommaramblings.wordpress.com
There seemed no hope for us, a dying people. Forgotten. Forsaken. The prophesy had long been buried. The rich heritage had all but dried up, leaving us with a future filled with death and sorrow.
When he was born the story of the mark spread as fast as a rushing river.
“In the darkest hour a child will be born,
bearing the mark of new life upon his face for all to see.
This child will crush your enemies and bring forth a new age of prosperity.”
It was hard to believe, but a new hope filled our dying hearts.
My week has been awful so far. But, what can I do? I will fill it with flash and hope it gets better.
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I’m sorry to hear your week hasn’t gone well but you’ve made ours a little brighter with this beautiful story. 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂 That is so nice to hear. 🙂
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lovely write x
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I love the tone of this one. (I find that flash does improve bad weeks…hope you’re feeling better soon.)
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Thank you
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Very touching.
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A positive story, lovely.
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I love the defiance of this piece, the faith that perseveres despite what “seems” obvious. And what better time for hope than the darkest hour?? I’m so sorry for your own dark hour; like Harold’s purple crayon, may the hope you’ve written here sprout and bloom for you too!
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Thanks Rebekah. Sometimes I reflect my feelings at the time into my writing.
Sometimes it takes us being in our darkest hour for that hope to spring forth and our faith to take flight.
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Eden
@dizzy_diaries
Looking out over the vast wasteland we created, I see nothingness. I have lost track of how long I’ve been searching for survivors of our terrible Holocaust. My throat is dry. I am so close to giving up. I am tired, weak, sunburned and filled with hopelessness. My feet are dragging and my eyes are gritty, full of sand. One more look around and then I think I will take my final nap. Then I see it. One single green shoot pushing its way up through the parched earth. And then I find my strength again. Life will go on.
Week hasn’t been too bad. Got a bit of a headache but, eh.
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So much hope in one bit of green. 🙂
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very nice x
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Inspiring 🙂
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I don’t know whether you meant your story allegorically, but I’m struck by its powerful, paralleled truth. Who knows the life-changing impact a single kind word may work in someone’s heart??? Thanks so much for sharing this. What an encouragement.
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Green on Dead
Stephen Shirres
(100 Words)
Captain Dyce walks across the dead land she is responsible for. The whoosh of nuke rockets and the whizz of bombs haunts her. The smell of incendiary fires are burnt into her nostrils. Inside her army issue radiation suit all she can traste is filtered recycled air.
Dyce stops. In front of her is a small green plant, no more than a leaf. She wants to pluck it from the cracked ground and pin it to her radiation suit like a daisy on a summer dress. The smells and sounds return. She will destroy hope without the pyrotechnics this time.
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Love the title. A large world for so few words. Well done!
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Thanks Foy. I’m still amazed how good that title is considering I thought it up two seconds before I pressed submit!
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Really liked “like a daisy on a summer dress.” Great story!
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Thank you for your kind words Holly. I like that line too (if it doesn’t sound arrogant! lol) Once I’d written it I couldn’t delete and re-word other parts to allow me to keep it.
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Interesting take on the end of a world. (Hmmm. Without the “ly” I could be the Captain! But I’d prefer to give hope, not destroy it. 🙂
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Thanks Dylce. I’m sure you’d bring hope as I hope I would in that situation. I felt the scenario was fairly generic when I was writing it but I’m glad you enjoyed my take on it.
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awwww snap!!!! there I was, naively hoping the leaf would change the course of destruction and save the world!!! haha. Fantastic, evil last line.
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Thanks Rebekah. That last line is quite evil although I don’t see Captain Dyce as evil, just in a crap situation. By the way can i use the picture you used for this week’s challenge for an article on my website about my story?
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Yes, of course, as long as you also provide links to the original source & copyright license (linked in the caption).
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The Rogue Sapling
She was surprised by that first fire storm. The heavy green boughs were charred, but many survived. She was grateful for all the moisture she had soaked up from the scant tributaries during those growing years. Sheer persistence and rogue insistence on the moisture had sustained her until now. But she was concerned about the fire. She gathered the boughs under her plentiful top and bowed to the ground, to survive. The other forest vegetation mocked her for her subservience.
At last she perished, miserly spending her moisture.
Today she emerges from the last few precious drops in her bosom.
@needanidplease
100 words on the nose.
I am still recovering from all the excitement and busyness of the last month, and vowing to catch-up with my own writing. I wrote this little piece because it needed to be written.
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Lovely!
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And I’m glad you did because it’s beautiful. Love the imagery. 🙂
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You’ve had a busy, wonderful last month!! So pleased for you. –and I love this story, sort of the aqua twin to the phoenix, maybe? I love how new life comes from her sacrifice, a thing no one else could understand. Really beautiful.
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I am not sure what has upset WordPress, but it won’t let me “like” any posts since yesterday. I have liked the FF posts at least ten times, and none of likes have registered. Any ideas?
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Did you accidentally sign out of WP? I’ve never been able to like comments unless I’m logged in. (I can, however, like posts themselves.) Otherwise no, I haven’t heard of any particular problem. Maybe check the WP help desk?
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No. I was most certainly signed in. This has been happening for last few days. I need to talk to someone in WP.
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Explosion After Explosion
@hollygeely
Spring had sprung, but little grew in the Pacific Desert. Food was in short supply.
The thick smog grew thicker every day. Jake could remember when the stars twinkled. Were they still there?
Why had the aliens targeted Earth? Why was the surface wracked with explosion after explosion?
“Move!” Mary yelled suddenly.
They couldn’t escape the final blast.
Meanwhile, in a ship outside the Earth’s (late) atmosphere…
“Good shot,” Flibgladimuz19 said.
“Blast. I’ve broken the 8 ball. Explosive Planet Pool is tricky,” Mablieabx4 said.
“We can get another. Let’s plot a course for the next galaxy, shall we?”
“Yes, let’s.”
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Awesome!! I love your ability to mix humor with something as tragic as the death of a planet. 😛
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Heh…my poor sense of humour comes in handy sometimes 😉
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Hey, I wish I had it!
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With poor humour comes great responsibility…
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Love the dark humour. You always have such great ideas.
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Thank you!! 😀
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This is great. Reminds me of the ending to the first MIB.
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Thanks!
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Dark yet funny, I like it. Great job!
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Thanks!
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Totally unexpected twist! love it.
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Thanks!
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I am absolutely in love with the aliens’ names! such a fun story. It reminds ME of Douglas Adams, the Earth being pulverized in honor of a super-space highway. A game of pool is a thousand times worse!
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Thank you so much, Douglas Adams is high praise!!
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Foy S. Iver
@fs_iver
WC: 100 BABY!
Incarnation
Ours was not a destruction of bombs and blades, famines or floods, science or science fiction. You might not even have seen it if you didn’t know where to look. But it was there.
Beneath matter and awareness it hid, loving darkness more than light. Its form was small as thought, but its implications planet-wide.
In the moment it takes to break the skin of fruit, our end began. Like a plague death spread without constraint, to man, to animal, to plant until the very core of everything lay rotting in secret.
Then, tender as a sapling, salvation became flesh.
***
My week is going leaps and bounds better than the last. It’s windy and a little colder but life goes on and does so beautifully.
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That last line gives me shivers.
It’s cold here again too but it’s supposed to warm up…I mean, at least it’s not snowing like it was yesterday.
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Thanks!
I can’t imagine snow at the end of April but I know it’s a reality for a lot of people. 0.o
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Wow! This is awesome.
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Thank you 🙂 Clearly many of us saw a religious theme today 😛
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“In the moment it takes to break the skin of fruit, our end began.” How sinister. I’ll never think of peeling an orange the same way again……
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Thanks, Emily! 🙂
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So usually, I’m terrible at picking up imagery. Too much of an elementary teacher, I suppose…but this, I got this. 🙂 Thank you.
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Haha! Happy to provide understandable imagery 😉
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I love this.
“In the moment it takes to break the skin of fruit, our end began.” Such a good line.
And the ending…Loved it!
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Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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Tricky things , relationships!
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Oh. Oh, you’ve left me breathless. This is stunning. Beautiful.
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Thanks, Rebekah! High praise 🙂
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How marvelous! How wonderful. 🙂
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Now that song is gonna play in my head all day 😉
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Emily Clayton
@emilyiswriting
Tcesin History, Page 4
From beneath the ancient isle of Hawaii stirred our liquid path to existence. The volcano erupted, releasing spores that harboured each being, perfectly formed in subterranean mines. We gushed out in masses. Magma destroyed all surface green, readying the ground for stark, beautiful desolation.
“There are rumours,” Hcaor Teacher hissed, “that some humanoids remain, but we routinely whip out the Actara and exterminate their hiding spots.” It looked around the concrete cylinder. “Green is a terrible thing.”
From the back of the class, I spotted a small green leaf rising from the earth. I adjusted my fake antennae and smiled.
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“Green is a terrible thing” I love it!
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Thank you 🙂
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Nice! Love the revelation with the last line. 🙂
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Thank you for reading 🙂
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Slowly, the shriveled yellow and brown fingers danced their final dance in the late summer breeze. Shel slouched on her rock, feeling as helpless as the fallen samaras. Every year fall came a little earlier and every spring began a little later. It was as if the land was tired of waking to find the smog and dust that settled so heavily upon the plants.
Her body straightened as the thought struck; “Maybe it’s not too late? I could be Johnny Appleseed. One tree at a time.” She knelt down and began scooping the seeds. “Except, maybe I’ll plant maples…”
100 words
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So, it’s very YAish, but with more state testing for my students underway, it’s been a very YA day 🙂 (Actually, I suppose most days are YA for me!) The week started out with a lot of frustration, but is steadily improving!
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I didn’t even think of Appleseed but brilliant connection! This was my favorite line: “It was as if the land was tired of waking to find the smog and dust” Sad and beautiful.
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Last Chance
Word count: 100
@alliekosela
A small, salty tear rolled down my cheek at the sight of green. It’s been years since any of our seeds sprouted above ground. This was my last chance to prove Council wrong.
Green. I can’t believe it. I kneel down and bow to smell it. Careful. Don’t touch it. Deep breath. It’s real. Flashes of memories and smells zip through my brain.
Fresh cut grass. Apple orchard in September. Pulling dandelions from the garden. How I miss pulling dandelions, seeing dandelions.
Will one sprout be enough? We’re running out of time down there. Council needs this. We all do.
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My week has been going pretty well. Volunteering at a big fundraiser tomorrow for an environmental charity! Think good thoughts about lots of donations 🙂
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(100 words)
BEEP BEEP BEEP
“Did you hear that?” I asked my partner, the echo of both our breathing ricocheting in our bodysuits.
“Hard to miss the obnoxious beeping noise.” He responded, surly as usual.
“You obviously don’t know what it means, if you’re not more excited.”
“Things ‘beep’ in our biosphere often.”
“But, we aren’t in the biosphere.”
“So?”
“That means the Biological Plant-life Indicator triggered something –
“
“In this wasteland?”
“This used to be the largest National Park in the Southern Hemisphere.”
“Well now it’s – “
“Look!”
There it was, breaking through the broken ground, reaching for the sun. Life.
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Twitter handle = @agardana09
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Reblogged this on asgardana • Where the stories live and commented:
My submission –
(100 words)
BEEP BEEP BEEP
“Did you hear that?” I asked my partner, the echo of both our breathing ricocheting in our bodysuits.
“Hard to miss the obnoxious beeping noise.” He responded, surly as usual.
“You obviously don’t know what it means, if you’re not more excited.”
“Things ‘beep’ in our biosphere often.”
“But, we aren’t in the biosphere.”
“So?”
“That means the Biological Plant-life Indicator triggered something –
“
“In this wasteland?”
“This used to be the largest National Park in the Southern Hemisphere.”
“Well now it’s – “
“Look!”
There it was, breaking through the broken ground, reaching for the sun. Life.
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Apathy
(100 words)
I don’t care whether this world will live or die. I can destroy it during day and bring back to life at night. No one will notice…
When devil whispers in my ear: “Let’s destroy everything”, I reply – “Whatever”. When angel comes crying and begging to bring it back – my answer is same.
I’m like a fallen autumn leaf in the river – it doesn’t care where the streams of water carry it. Neither do I.
Once I was mint green full of hopes and dreams, but not anymore.
Poisoned with apathy, life and death are a pointless tragedy for me…
@gorgeous_jaan
https://katsyarina.wordpress.com/
My week so far was a mix of ups and downs – like I’m riding a merry-go-round, but I’m catching smiles here and there, fighting for brighter times.
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This sounds like me in the late afternoon when I run out of gumption. I especially like the “Whatever.”
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THE INHABITANTS
The cake smelled heavy like a roast coming out of the oven. I couldn’t get the candles to stay. When I lit them they leaned over and dripped wax all over the icing.
Eventually it split open and water poured from it. But we had to wait a long time for that to happen. By then I had forgotten about it.
Each year I pulled it from the cabinet and placed it at the center of the table. We sang and danced a little and then put it back on the shelf until the next time we thought of it.
@betsystreeter
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A sprig of hope
I stare at the tiny sapling. Perhaps the world isn’t doomed after all! I mean sure, all humanity and plant life was wiped out by that crazy fungal spore outbreak, but here’s a glimmer of hope, proof that life will always find a way. I’ll cherish it, nurture it, bring this whole planet back to life. I turn around to find a suitable pot, and when I turn back the sprig is gone. It’s been replaced by a goat that’s chewing gormlessly.
The whole planet, doomed by a stupid goat. On the bright side, at least I’ll eat well tonight!
100 words
@todayschapter
Just got back from two days in Montreal, it’s nice to be home again, even if the kitchen is still inside out and back to front. Our daughter got sent home from daycare with pink eye, so now she’s the transmission vector for evil eye infections in our house. I’m scratching my eyes just thinking about it!
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A Brief Resurrection
@el_Stevie
#Flashdog
Land-locked life lingers
For a fragile moment
Faces the world with its final failure
To become more than what it is
What it should be
Whilst weak roots feebly
Scrabble in the dark
For the stuff of life
Gaining enough for a brief resurrection
Becoming the focus of prayer and hope
Only to see all laid waste
A crucifixion of nature
Pock-marked stigmata
Scarring the landscape
Barren faith providing no place
No fertile ground where others
Can gather, become a crop
Worthy of harvesting
When man has already
Reaped the wild winds
And sown the seeds
Of his own destruction.
Really didn’t think I’d make this Weds so above was a bit rushed. Now back at day job but spent evening editing final version of anthology I’m hoping should come out soon; also received news that I’ve had a story accepted for another anthology due out in the Autumn, plus an HM over at Flashmasters. Currently re-discovering Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Not a bad week 🙂
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Whimper
When the war ended, it had been going on so long, nobody knew for certain who’d won. Or, for that matter, who had started it.
“What a relief,” said the President. “Nasty business.”
“Truth,” said the Prime Minister, eyeing the president and dabbing at sweat. “Pity so many people died.”
“Yeah,” said the President, kicking a rock on the cracked desert floor. “Wish you hadn’t started it.”
“You started it.”
“Did not.”
The rock skittered a few feet and crushed a lonely green sprout.
“Wasn’t that the peace tree?” asked the Prime Minster.
“No.”
“It was!”
“Stupid peace.”
“Yeah. Stupid.”
100 words
@postupak
Lovely week here in Virginia, with a few marvelous storms to break up all that bright spring sun. 🙂
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Okay so I may have missed Wednesday Warm Up but I’m posting something anyway, ha ha. I was in the mood to write and so I am dancing all over the timelines.
Erin McCabe
@Disturbiakiss
100 words
Subterranean Homesick Alien
The desert miracle they called it; the discovery of a new crop that could thrive without water and feed the world. The scientists baffled at its structure, the pious proclaimed it God’s benevolence made flesh; a timely and divine response to a withering planet and sun scorched ear.
They could never have suspected we put it there, for generations they gorged themselves as we waited. For years they have sheltered our young within them, silent, safe and undetectable. But the time soon approaches when our each of our children will burst forth to reclaim what was once ours; Earth Day.
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Sun scortched ear? *falls on floor laughing* That’s supposed to be sun scorched Earth! Whoops and I’ve spotted another mistake, that will teach me for writing whilst at work. Think I will post it again!
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Hey, nothing wrong with a sun-scorched ear! though might I suggest sunscreen for next time?? bwahahahhahaa
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Okay so I may have missed Wednesday Warm Up but I’m posting something anyway, ha ha. I was in the mood to write and so I am dancing all over the timelines.
Erin McCabe
@Disturbiakiss
100 words
Subterranean Homesick Alien
The desert miracle they called it; the discovery of a new crop that could thrive without water and feed the world. The scientists baffled at its structure, the pious proclaimed it God’s benevolence made flesh; a timely and divine response to a withering planet and sun scorched earth.
They could never have suspected we put it there, for generations they gorged themselves as we waited. For years they have sheltered our young within them, silent, safe and undetectable. But the day soon approaches when each of our children will spectacularly burst forth to reclaim what was once ours; Earth Day.
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Love this. I love how it seemed like you were going another way in the beginning and then surprised me with the second paragraph. I can only imagine what it would be like when they “spectacularly burst forth”. Great story!
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