Remnant

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Photo prompt: Google images

Remnant

It had been five hundred years since humans had stepped onto Terra Firma. As sensors scanned the surface, they found some structures had survived.

‘Will you look at that, Remi?’ Tinle exclaimed as the Great Wall began to twist across the screen. ‘What is that?

‘Um…hmm, a wall?’ Remi shrugged.

‘But, it’s in the middle of nowhere. Why?’ Tinle shook his head in confusion.

‘Walls are built to divide.’ Remi sighed. ‘Who knows, really. Humans did some strange things to their world. Look how they made it uninhabitable with their nuclear weapons. Sure, they preserved the structures… but at what cost to the people?’

‘A dreadful cost.’ Commander Stephen spoke from behind them. ‘Of the billions of people died, only a single space ship with a crew of five hundred men and women survived. You are their descendants. This is your home. You will bring it back to life?’

wc: 149 + title = 150!

 

“What Pegman Saw” is a grand writing adventure taken via Google maps. It is hosted each week at: https://whatpegmansaw.com/ . The goal is to write a 150 word or less story that corresponds with the location of the week, taken from either the street view, or google images. If you care to join us on the adventure, feel free to follow the link!

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Savannah Slaves

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photo prompt: google images

Savannah Slaves

Through the lens I saw them

a family

crossing the great Savannah

tall, thin, heads held high, proud.

Their scantily clad bodies

glowing a rich brown

under the burning sun

I couldn’t resist the capture

the moment unawares

little did I know

they would be loaded

crammed into ships

livestock to slavery’s trade

starved and sold on foreign shores

today, I saw them

only through the lens

heads held high, proud.

Their traveling song

echoing in my memory

I wake with a shudder

look into my lens

The empty Savannah before me.

wc: 93

B.S. McQuinn

 

Author’s note: I’m a week behind on What Pegman Saw. Last week was Botswana, and I got so caught up in things that it’s sat in my notebook all week.

“What Pegman Saw” is a grand writing adventure taken via Google maps. It is hosted each week at: https://whatpegmansaw.com/ . The goal is to write a 150 word or less story that corresponds with the location of the week, taken from either the street view, or google images. If you care to join us on the adventure, feel free to follow the link!

 

Peaked

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

Hiking to the peak was rugged. Had to stop a few times for rattlers to slither away; once for an eagle to swoop down and catch a hare. A true testament to survival, I thought, taking the moment to catch my breath. And then…well, then I was there.

I held onto the tree anchoring myself to the earth as winds tousled my hair. Squinting out into the harsh sunlight valley, I smiled. Every mile I saw before me was a blessing. Pulling out my cedar flute, I started to play a praise for the day.

WC: 95

Author’s Note:

A bit late, but for all you soundbyte lovers. Here’s a nice, gentle piece by Carlos Nakai… https://youtu.be/Sqq3U_mydv0

It’s my “Name Day”, which is kinda like a birthday. On this date in 1979 (age: 9), I earned my rites as a warrior, and took my adult name and responsibilities for my family. I took over all the requirements of running a household, as well as my studies/school, and maintaining a job and often more than one (which I did until I moved to Kentucky 10 yr ago, grrr….). So, today, is a day of celebration, and what better way to celebrate than to do the things that you enjoy, one of which is playing my flutes. The other, of course, is writing my Friday Fiction!

Thank you, Rochelle, for that long ago invite to join the group around the table. I was just learning to speak, write, and walk when I first started this adventure… and oh, how far I’ve come! Thank you for walking that journey along with me!

 

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to Douglas MacIlroy for this week’s photo prompt.We’d love to see you around the table.

Gatehouse East #1: Prelude

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Memorial to the “Kayten Massacre” WW2 – Wroclaw, Poland. Photo courtesy of Pixabay.com.

Prelude

Stephen stood in the shadows of the trees that circled the monument. Even in its holographic state, the monument still pulled deeply at his soul. He wanted to step forward and lay a hand on the shoulder of the one who knelt in such a solemn state. The sculpture was so very realistic that he felt as if he could almost see it breathing in gasps as sobs shook it’s slender shoulders.

‘She’s not real.’ He reminded himself, shaking his head to dispel the thought. ‘Tamai is dead. The statue is merely a projection; without substance. It is not real.’

Yet, even as he told himself she wasn’t real, the figure slowly rose and turned. His breath caught in his throat. The monument program was not equipped for animation, he knew. His eyes widened as they face within the cloak made eye contact. Instant fear coursed like liquid fire through his nerves. He had seen those eyes before, and he’d known their veiled cruelty first hand.

‘Zani.’ He identified.

She reached out for him.

He froze, terrified.

Death’s playing field.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

 

Today, it was a completely different sight that met his eyes. The last time he’d been here, there was just a large hole in the ground. A hole that reeked with the sickeningly sweet odor of smoldering flesh. He remembered the half-melted bodies, faces caught in mid-scream. Unlike the screams he now heard. Screams of children at play, running on the killing field of long ago. It was a completely different sight that met his eyes today.

Wc: 77

 

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to Douglas MacIlroy for this week’s photo prompt.We’d love to see you around the table.

“Sunlight, Stained Glass, and Sinner Sanctified” (S4) – Update

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Borrowed from Getty Images. A church window destroyed during WW I…

I am so happy! I just finished Chapter Four,and I’m writing on Chapter Five on my Nano novel from this last year (2017). That, after scrapping 55K of words and going back to the first 700. It was a good move. Can’t say I’ve ever slaved so meticulously over a write, or stressed so much for it’s perfection.  Even as I write and post, I know that somewhere along the way there’s going to me some more rewrite, hack off of words, etc. As it is at the moment, I’m finding that this may turn out to be a novella instead of a full length novel. Maybe… either that, or I’m still just adding in elements for the greater plot. Still running with the temp title “Sunlight, Stained Glass, and a Sinner Sanctified” or S4 as I’m shortening it.

My main female character doesn’t speak. Or, does she, and we just haven’t heard her, yet? Still remains to be seen.

My main male character is supposed to be dealing with his ‘ptsd’ issues that sent him to the Ranch for 30 days of med leave. Of course, when he gets there, the very source of a major part of his issue is standing in the kitchen.

The antagonist is a real psychopath.. tried and true. He’s escalating rather rapidly… of course he is because the main male only has 30 days, right?

Anyhow, for those that are following, I’ve changed format to upload an entire chapter at a time instead of serials of 500  words. Time has been a factor in that decision as well as reading cohesion. So, chapters range between 7-10 pages on average. If you’re interested and want to go back to the beginning, here are the links:

Teaser:

https://bonniesbabbles.wordpress.com/2018/03/07/sunlight-stained-glass-and-a-sinner-sanctified-1/

Prelude:

https://bonniesbabbles.wordpress.com/2018/03/08/sunlight-stained-glass-and-a-sinner-sanctified-2/

Chapters:

Ch 1: https://bonniesbabbles.wordpress.com/2018/03/13/sunlight-stained-glass-and-a-sinner-sanctified-3/

Ch 2: https://bonniesbabbles.wordpress.com/2018/03/24/s4-8/

Ch 3: https://bonniesbabbles.wordpress.com/2018/04/03/s4-6-chapter-three-part-1/

Ch 4: https://bonniesbabbles.wordpress.com/2018/04/12/s4-6-chapter-four/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anora Belle?

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PHOTO PROMPT © Yarnspinnerr

She looked at the faded photo, not knowing if it still existed, as she stepped off the shuttle. Her family estate, had to be here. Three decades she’d been gone. Three long decades cramped into the confines of a steel machine hurtling through space and time.

Anora was finally home. She opened the old iron gate, marveling at how pristine it looked. Too pristine. Had she came back too soon? Nearing the door, she heard her mother’s voice.

‘Anora Belle? I’m so glad to see you.’

‘Me, too, Ma.’ Anora smiled. So, she thought, I have come back too soon.

wc:99

 

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to  Yarnspinnerr for this week’s photo prompt.We’d love to see you around the table.