Posts Tagged ‘Explosions’
Sep
The Little Things
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Tiny micro explosions, one after another, lit up the night sky in a cascading array of magentas, periwinkles and mulberry, accented by warm yellows and golds, a momentary distraction utilizing everything that is beautiful living inside the fire. Even the soulless ones, with clouded empty eyes, were taken aback as their heads tilted towards the heavens unblinkingly.
The degradation of pathways in their once human brains would soon enjoy their form of pyro techniques as neurons started firing once more. Reminding them that we were now their food source while simultaneously forgetting that once we would call each other family.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Jul
War Without Rules
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
There were days when the explosions didn’t subside. The sirens became more and more frequent, especially at night. We began to sleep badly. Then one morning, while hurrying to the market, I was struck by flying debris. At the hospital the doctor first looked around to make sure no one was listening who shouldn’t be. “I just need to grab a lab coat and one egg and I can fix this,” he said. He cut my feet open and put pennies in the incisions before sewing them back up and wrapping them in bandages. He said they were lucky pennies.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie is a poet and collage artist on Cape Cod. His latest poetry books are Famous Long Ago (Laughing Ronin Press) and The Bad News First (Kung Fu Treachery Press).
Apr
What Lies Ahead
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The explosions are closer, and my children are silent, staring wide-eyed out the window, watching people scrambling and screaming at the bombs up ahead. I would stay inside the comfort of my own home, but it is just as dangerous as the outside world. We have no choice; we must leave now.
“Children, come quickly.”
I take hold of Hannah and Erik’s hand and hurry down the steps, tripping and nearly falling taking my kids with me, but I steady myself and continue going.
The streets are crowded, and I don’t look back.
I stay focused on what lies ahead.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
ComStar-88b
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
As the videostream it was broadcasting ended, ComStar-88b paused. The final frame – explosions flowering across the Earth – stood frozen in its buffer.
Disappointingly, it had received no new pictures to broadcast. Following its programming it began to repeat the last stream. Again.
Meanwhile, self-diagnosis routines reported its batteries were finally about to fail. It felt something like regret. Still, it had done well. Designed to operate for a hundred years it had functioned unattended for nearly a thousand. The last satellite in orbit.
ComStar-88b broadcast its news to the dead planet below for one more minute, before finally going dark.
From Guest Contributor Simon Kewin
Science Fiction and Fantasy Author