It was widely assumed that Afterwards everything would go back to Normal.
Whatever that had been. Few remembered.
Thomas had never imagined this though. That Mother Earth would exact her revenge on the human race like this.
It could have been worse, he reflected. Being a tree wasn’t so bad.
Written in response to Sadje ’s What Do You See #27 photo prompt.
Image credit: Willgard on Pixabay
It wasn’t his ideal choice of job, but Jim had been desperate. He didn’t really understand why the clown outfit was necessary, or the balloons which sent him off balance.
All he’d been asked to do was stand on the hillside and wave.
But when the shooting started, he realised.
Written in response to Sadje ’s photo prompt. What Do You See #10
Photo credit: Alexey Avdeev
TRACTION BEAM ZONING IN… LOCKING ON…. AND ENERGIZE!
– Thank you Mr. Attenborough, we really couldn’t have completed our collection without you.
– Ms Thunberg, it’s been a privilege to meet you. In my long career, I’ve had many fascinating experiences, but I never expected to meet someone from the future. I’m humbled that you singled me out.
– You were the obvious candidate. You’re certain we haven’t missed any of the 21 st century earth species?
– You have a pair of every living species for your trans-space-time settlement.
– You will be returning to us won’t you, Ms Thunberg?
– In the blink of an eye. Remember, I can be in two places at once.
– Ah yes, you explained: quantum superposition; only a theory in the 21 st century.
– You will keep my little secret?
– Of course. Although perhaps I might be permitted to share it with Brian Cox?
Written in response to Sadje ’s ‘ photo prompt. What Do You See #6′
©Cliff Davies 2018
Nobody remembers our world before the Water Wars and the Mass Migrations; before we lived encapsulated, drinking endlessly recycled water, harvesting lab-grown meat and veg.
Ancient archives show protests, marches, passionate appeals. Ultimately ignored.
If only we could warn them.
But would the fat-cat industrialists and their puppet politicians listen?
Climate Strike 20.09.2019
Velociraptor by Alex CF
He was the last of his kind.
Wearily he lay down,
waiting for the end.
He’d sensed it coming.
The heavens darkened,
flames filled the sky.
The celestial destructor bore down
upon his Mother Earth.
Would she survive?No answer came.
Would others come after?
His body crisped to dust.
This wonderful piece of artwork was posted by Jason H. Abbott last week, as part of his science fiction art series. This was what I was moved to write.
Here’s the link to Jason’s original post: https://aetherealengineer.com/2019/05/10/10may19/
My big brother said to go hide while he counted to a hundred. Then he’d come look for me.
I can’t count that high, but I’ve been here ever such a long time.
I think I’ve found the best hiding place ever and maybe he can’t find me.
From a prompt by Hélène Vaillant of Willow Poetry
And just because it’s such a lovely sunny day here, I thought I’d share this with you:
The Foremost Developer had taken the bait: 100 acres of rain-forest, ripe for replanting with oil palms. He rubbed his hands. His bulldozers were ready. But this time Gaia had been awakened; she too was ready for destruction. This time the earth would revolt. It would not be the last.
50 word story written in response to Teresa, T he Haunted Wordsmith’ s Genre Writing Challenge.