The wafer of a child was driving me mad with his tricks. He was trying to fill the small gap between my desk and wall while I was on the telephone. During my important conference calls, he would jiggle the cords creating a multitude of noise and alarms from the electronics in the office. If that was not bad enough, the circuits overloaded, ending my call and blowing up my computer. I reached my limit with child. As soon as I found a phone, I was sent him to military camp where he could learn discipline and put some muscle on his bones. If he is no longer crepe thin, then he can no longer fit behind my desk.
It was going to be a challenge to build this land into something marketable, but Jack had confidence he could accomplish the task of directing the construction crews and make this desolate bog come alive. Jack surveyed the perimeter of the overgrown, damp landscape with familiarity. He grew up near here. He remembered dressing in sheepskin and chasing his sister to the creek, teasing her about getting eaten by an swamp monster. He paused a moment to remember to his sister, who had wandered down to the creek had been killed by an unknown assailant. Jack had wondered if his own actions in continually chasing her down to the creek had resulted in her death. He would not have long to wonder as a man with greying beard and blackened teeth appeared from nowhere out of the petrified trees.
With a pipe in his hand, he stuck Jack on the head with deadly force, “My land.”
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St. Louis Post
Monday, October 28, 2057
Wall Street trading closed early Friday after spiraling out of control on reports that US Natural Gas loads and reserves are expected to dry up in the next fifteen (15) years, much earlier than anticipated. Some are calling the crash the Second Modern Black Friday. No sign as to when the Stock exchange will reopen. Regulators are being selective and secretive prior to reopening the markets. Analysts (including this one) aren’t holding their breaths and do not expect a quick change in the markets on the latest abysmal energy sector news. Many in the energy sector point the finger at a combination of increasing environmental restrictions and user power demands due to technology hunger and recent cold winters. Environmental experts rebut by claiming that the energy sector sings “same hook” without data to back it up. Already the murmurs of “bailout” and “stimulus” can be heard in the deep, dark, dank, corridors of Washington. Sounds like the tax payers will end up picking up the tab on this one yet again with nothing to show for it. Whatever happened to all that “green” energy from the 2000’s? One piece of advice I do have for all of you on Main Street (what’s left of it), don’t procrastinate, get you financial back up plan in order now. And while you’re at, grab a couple matches–you’re going to need them.
Write a short story or piece of descriptive faux-journalism describing your personal idea of a dystopia — a dark future when everything you hold dear is on the chopping block.
So, my post is like the pre-dystopia leading up to the real Oh-shit moment, and I like that plausible fiction. Sometimes reality is more terrifying than fiction and this is one of those cases.
I was just surviving at this point. The swampy water swelled in boot deep and smelled something awful. The nights were warm and humid. It was the only time I ventured out of my jungle shelter. In the distance, I could hear the noise of tanks and artillery. I checked to make sure they were heading in a different direction before I set out to find food. I could let either side find me. One would imprison, torture, and kill me; the other would send me home to prison. I’ll choose death over going back home to that crazy bitch.
The cave echoed with magic as Marie used everything she had to wrestle loose from the vines. She cheated to the right, towards the lip of near the back of the cave where the vines had trouble reaching. Marie shot another fiery blast at the snake-like vines slithering at her feet. The blast knocked her towards the edge of the cavern ledge off-balance; she listed to one side and fell over the edge into the underground river.
Mare floated along looking up at the view of glistening stalactites. “I should just let this current’s flow take me to meet fate’s end. I’ve got nothing to lose. That witch’s tricks have left me alone with no one to share my life with. It’s not worth living,” she wept.
“Have faith my child, you will reunite with you love, though the path will not be easy,” a whispered voice whooshed through the cave.
“What? Who said that?!”
“Have faith my child, you will reunite with you love,” the voice whooshed again pushing Marie out of the cave, tumbling down a waterfall into a serene pool.
Marie swam to the edge; dusted herself off and made plans for her next time jump. No time to wallow in self-pity anymore.
#25 – 2/19/13 – CHEAT
Ginger hoisted herself over the cragged ledge of the mountain ripping her shirt. Reaching the mountain summit as daylight faded , she found the aged monk bending over the dinner pot. The monk drifted over to his visitor as if he were floating on a cloud.
“What brings you to my humble mountain abode?”
“I’m looking for inspiration.”
“Turn within for that which you seek.”
“I was hoping to avoid that matter.”
The monk moved in closer, slapped Ginger in the face, then returned to his dinner pot as if she did not exist.
Two Shoes Tuesday #24-inspiration
Kyle had already surpassed the average speed of traffic, which was above the noted speed limit, when Vanessa laid her hand softly on his thigh and whispered, “More please.” Skirt inching higher, she didn’t need to force him to kick his hot rod into overdrive. Kyle quickly became distracted by Vanessa’s wandering hand, naturally accelerating his hot rod. “Faster,” she moaned, mirroring her words with her errant hand. Kyle was about to max out his speedometer when he noticed the blue and red flashing lights in the rearview mirror. He was definitely busted.
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