copyright -Janet Webb
We stood on the sand and watched them go. ‘We’; the sick, the old, the crippled and the slow, surrounded by the debris they left behind; discarded bags, empty trolleys.
Some were still arriving at the bay, dragging injured legs behind; their expression turning to unspeakable desperation when they realized they were too late. Continue reading
Strapped inside a corset, sweating under layers of cotton, I opened the door and stepped out. A robot hovered past, feeding hot air up my petticoat.
‘Doctor…I think we’re slightly late for Napoloeon!’
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For Trifextra. The theme this weekend was ‘Time Travel’. Could I have done anything else but the Doctor?!
Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields
Invasion, NY
We watched them stomp across the water into the harbour; marching in a disciplined straight line, their giraffe-like necks moving backwards and forwards with each stride.
We were the last to leave; squeezed into the only remaining boat that was much too small.
The invaders made it inland and the screams became a howl; a frenzied cry of terror that carried over the water, past the broken statue.
Then another sound.
The motor on our boat coughed and died. Our eyes mirrored terror, then resignation as we waited while the current carried us back towards the screams.
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For Friday Fictioneers. Hope you liked it 🙂
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!
For many months no one realised that Earth was under attack. Humanity continued as it was. Alarms went off in the morning. Coffee was brewed. Children were taxied around to ballet, football and school. Continue reading
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