Her feet were strung up with steel wire, precisely one foot apart. The wire cut into her skin, releasing fat drops of blood up her ankle towards her knees. Her arms dangled freely, occasionally caressed by white tufts of her hair as it swayed with the breeze coming in through the cracked window. Continue reading
Human History in 33 Words
Fists drum the air.
‘Down with government!’
Shots. Lives lost.
Authority topples.
Paradigm shift.
New power in place.
Time.
Not too long.
Fists drum the air.
The loop resets.
New goals.
New weapons.
Tiananmen Square
by Balakov
A Lego recreation of Jeff Widener’s 1989 photograph of “The unknown rebel”.
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For Trifextra.
Disenchantement
Copyright – Sarah Ann Hall
I grew up in the shadow of that fence, wondering what might lie behind it. I invented characters, created worlds. I remember standing at its foot, calling out, hollering the names of my imaginary friends. No one ever answered of course, not in real life, but I heard their replies back then. I made loads of friends like that; fairies, dwarves, elves.
Now, as I stand here, peering over the fence, it all comes back to me. It turns out there’s nothing behind it; just a rusty shed and an overgrown garden; millions of dollars wasted away by decay.
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For Friday Fictioneers.
I wanted to go for some fantasy this week, but it wouldn’t come to me! Hope you like the alternative.
Nameless
Maurice closed his left eye and peered through the little hole. His body was numb; it had been for some time, his mind completely detached from it like a separate being. Continue reading
Whoosh, Zoom, Crash
That thought again, recurring.
Brain clutches at it,
Eyes glaze over,
What lies ahead, ignored.
A car comes forward
fast, unseen.
Whoosh.
Steering wheel, useless.
Zoom.
Crash.
One errant thought.
Two souls departed.
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Target: Trifextra
The Challenge: Exactly 33 words including an onomatopoeia
Aim: Fun
Acknowledgement: Thank you Trifecta for placing me 3rd place in last week’s challenge; I really, really appreciate it 
(kisses)
End note: Hope you like this week’s post as well.
Exhibit C: An Earthling Bar
Copyright-Ted Strutz
‘Ladies and gentleman, kindly proceed to exhibit C… Thank you…
‘This is what Earthlings used to call a Bar. Archaeologists have found evidence to suggest that in establishments such as this, Earthlings used to worship their ancestors. Little is yet known of the rituals that used to be played out in here except that the essence of the dead humans was captured and stored inside the glass containers you can now see behind the long altar. The ancestors’ spirit was then ingested, producing a feeling of euphoria or dysphoria, depending on whether the spirit trapped inside was good or evil…’
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For Friday Fictioneers. A little hint of Sci Fi for you this week. Hope you like the history lesson!
Three Drops
My station gives me the right to marry three women, so I did; Ofelia, Costanza and Furya. My three wives gave me three sons, birthed on the same day on the same hour, equal in age to the second; three sons, three heirs with equal rights to my throne. Continue reading
