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Memories of a Breaking World

March 18, 2015 68 comments

It’s Friday Fictioneers time again, the weekly 100-ish word flash fiction photo challenge hosted by Rochelle. This week the photo was contributed by Rachel Bjerke. I’d love to know where this is, it looks lovely!

I’m not sure what genre to place my story in. I’ll go for “boring” as nothing actually happens. I’m sure there’s a proper literary word for it. I chose a rather pretentious title to spruce it up a bit, though :-).

To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy.

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Copyright Rachel Bjerke

 

Gronedd gazed around the ruins, admiring the damp moss glistening as the sun reflected from early morning dew. At the sight, memories from centuries past rose in his mind.

Gwyneth having her first child. Haffard placing logs on the huge fire. Dafvidd taking his first, faltering steps. Such memories this place brought him; though he had seen billions of years these had been his happiest.

Bound as an Observer to this world since its birth, Gronedd would remain until its end. Seeing wars, disease, hunger, pollution, all around him… he knew his final sleep at last approached. He would spend his final days here.

 

Broken World

December 26, 2013 52 comments

Hello one and all – I hope you all had a wonderful holiday time! However, the holidays can’t hold back Friday Fictioneers which, as always, is hosted by Rochelle. Today’s striking photo was supplied by fellow Fictioneerer Douglas M MacIlroy.

If you would like to join in, click above for Rochelle’s site. You can also view all the entries (updated during the week) here.

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Copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy

The high-intensity beams shone out like the eyes of some fantastical creature. The tower’s atomic cells had powered the lights for centuries, as they would for centuries more.

The beams cast eerie shadows across the endless miles of desolation, legacy of the mismanagement of the latter decades of the twenty-first century. The light glinted off rivers running thick with toxins, flowing through empty miles dotted with the petrified remains of vegetation. The sun’s rays, no longer attenuated by ozone, had bleached the skeletons white.

Above it all the tower stood guardian over a poisoned world, mute testimony to the folly of Man.

Bleak Future

August 28, 2011 1 comment
Smokestacks from a wartime production plant, W...

A teacher talking to the class
Explaining all that’s come to pass
Smoke and oil across the land
Poisoning the sea and sand.
The teacher says we’re just not trying
To save the animals from dying.

A girl of 8, she raised her hand
Her big brown eyes looked kinda sad
“But surely we should change our habits
Or what about the bunny rabbits?
I’ve one at home
He’s really sweet
With floppy ears and fluffy feet.”

The teacher struggles – what to say?
He tells them it will be okay.
But when the kids look in his eyes
There’s something there
They see he lies.

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Planet Earth

August 21, 2011 5 comments

We had a planet, called it home,
We killed the trees to make our throne.
We let our poisons touch the water,
Killing father, mother, daughter.
Our putrid smoke made stale the air,
Our planet’s beauty now laid bare.
Animals, plants, their day has past,
The human race? I am the last.

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