They approach slowly, through the landscape of rocks and dust, their steps forever silent. It is as was written: the crater pocked by the impact of smaller asteroids, through millennia, and the uniform grey dust. Their leader holds the white torch high, in their radio they have heard: The slow rumble, punctuated with short burst … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Forgotten
Prompted by "Getting Started"... Planetary Boundaries Navajos Une Femme Est une Femme Pueblos Melting Freezing India Arizona Prickly Pear Tiergarten Dreyfus Spying Alexander Platz Economics Growth CO2 Clouds ... to be continued...
I am republishing this ancient post from 2014, which seemed suddenly to be relevant to our becoming some other species... Carefully, I lay out your weapons on the table, as well as mementoes of our happiness. But those are not mere objects of sentimental memories: they are the travelling companions of what is to come. … Continue reading Beloved Objects: “The Language of Things”
"In space there is no horizon," the captain declares, in her intelligent voice, as much to herself as to the duty crew. You look at me, with the calm eyes of one who knows: soon the captain will read the instructions, and we will ready ourselves for the long voyage, but only us two know how far we … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Horizon (the Navigators)
In memory of Arthur C. Clarke (The Sentinel) When they saw you, they knew, as if eons of time had collapsed into this instant: the smooth surface, the faint light absorbed, the silence. Space was unforgiving, and you had waited such a long time, in the absolute solitude of the desolated moon. But now you … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Waiting
You came A single look The liar behind the smile You, killer of children You will die Now!
I have not always be fair to him, and yet I depend on him more than I admit to myself... So, today, Julian holds the pen. For us, creatures of a lower order, not free, not slaves, but prisoners all the same, facing our maker is the ultimate test. This is your space, yours, that … Continue reading Facing my Maker #amwriting #characters
“Fiction has the interesting double sense of a kind of Imaginative Literature and of pure (sometimes deliberately deceptive) invention… A general use, ranging between a consciously formed hypothesis (‘mathematical fictions’ 1579) and an artificial and questionable assumption (‘of his own fiction’), was equally common. Fictitious, from C17, ranged from this to the sense of deceptive … Continue reading #AtoZAprilChallenge: Fiction
It goes for colours, type-faces, places, objects, smiles, books… The human spirit is attracted, inspired, by “things”, in a fashion that appears random to the observer (“tastes and colours…” goes the French saying). But it isn’t. There are reasons for everything, and randomness is often a metaphor for “we can’t explain this”. Julian is attracted … Continue reading #WritersWednesday: His Hero is Marcel
Write a post that includes dialogue between two people — other than you. (For more of a challenge, try three or more people.) They stay silent for a while, then Elga says: "He's observed well, but his memory is failing. I doubt that he will write much more about his experience..." "I would not be … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Groupthink