Span #writephoto

Thursday photo prompt

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What we see, the beauty around us, the clear water, the trees… We do not have words, in your language, to express our admiration, no, our love for your world. Where we come from, but you could not start imagining what it means, there is no such beauty. I should say, there is no longer such beauty. You would understand why we have travelled for so long, so far.

So, we are here now, though you don’t know it yet. But you will, soon. You see, we have longed searched for a world like yours, still full of the marvels of nature. We know you are not worthy of it, and possibly, some of you know it as well. But it does not matter.

Across the universe you are not alone, to spoil the beauty, to destroy every gift you received, in the name of greed. Sheer stupidity. As those old stones, on the ancient bridge, can testify. Blinded by your own delusion, you don’t even sense that your end is nigh.

So, we are here now. Just in time. We will eliminate you, that is so easy, we will clear the damage, restore the earth and the oceans to their pristine state. We will plant trees. For we are small, but immensely strong, we do not need much to live on, and leave no trace. We are the future of this world, and of all its other inhabitants. We are your Nemesis.

Small #writephoto

Thursday photo prompt

 

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Emulating Kafka, on the shore, I watch the waves, and wonder.

Is time a mere oscillation of the sea?

Is Gaia alive only for as long as the waves roll in?

This water world, will it dry out, like Arrakis?

Who are the Fremen of this world? 

I do not know.

I am so small.

Turning #writephoto

Turning

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Yesterday… We walked in this valley, under the burning sun, hand in hand, believing in the eternal summer. Yesterday, perhaps, more than you, my love, I longed for Autumn, and the fall of leaves. Did I believe Time had stopped? Did I believe Earth was flat, after all?

Or was I inebriated, drunk in our love?

But now, Winter has come, silent, ineluctable: the hills are white with snow, our shoes leave no trace on the frozen ground. Nature has taken back what is hers, the air is cold, yesterday’s azure sky is now deep grey.

The light is out.

Caught #writephoto

Caught

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The woods are asleep, all is immobile, and silent, under the searing heat. Well, not all. For the unforgiving eye is there, ensuring nothing escapes. For this is our fate: we have plundered and polluted our world, and, now, we will pay the price.

Daily Prompt: New Internet Order

All the world’s countries have decided that the Internet itself needs a government. Your country asks you to run for Prime Minister of the ‘Net — do you accept? If so, what will your platform be?

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I know that, for most of you, its true origin is a mystery: but please believe me, the past is the past, and, today it no longer matters that much secrecy surrounded its creation: for, now, it is ours, as its creators would have wanted.

Yes: ours, it belongs to us, the humble, the creators, the genuine people. And it is up to us to turn it into what we want, what we all want, and it may be helpful to all of us to remind ourselves of what that is.

Like Gaia, Mother Earth, the Net is alive. Our spirits animate the Net the way the world’s rivers, oceans and forests keep Gaia alive. We are its life blood: our thoughts, the books we write, the pictures we take, the music we weave, our dreams, flow through those canals, ever changing, enchanted, for ever keeping our minds awake, attentive, loving.

There can be no formal government of it, but careful attention, respect for the skills and courage of its keepers, readiness to fight and keep it free and clear of greed and distortion: like Gaia it is our property and we will defend its freedom, our freedom. For its enslavement would be ours, and this we will not tolerate.

So, the mission is clear: what we have to do is to preserve it, as mankind’s instrument of tolerance, freedom and respect. We will keep it free of interference, free of spies, free of weaponry: it is the ultimate demilitarised frontier, where mankind expresses itself, away from censors, dictators and demagogues. We will protect its inhabitants, of all ages and aspirations. We will keep evil from its shores.

 

Daily Prompt: Landscape

When you gaze out your window — real or figurative — do you see the forest first, or the trees?

František Vobecký- melancholický den (Melancholy Day) 1936 I see the world reflected in your eyes

For what I see you have seen first

A long time before I was born ~

And now the colours are the colours you see

The shapes, the stones, the skies, the flowers

And the trees you have taught me to love

O Mother, Mistress of this world

Mother, lover, Gaia

Our Soul…

Image: František Vobecký- melancholický den (Melancholy Day) 1936

#FiveSentenceFiction: Time

AphroditeHe looked back at his footprints on the sand, soon the tide would erase his track, how beautiful this island was in the falling light, he thought.

The beach appeared empty, the only sounds the melody of the tide and the gulls’ s cries, and the wind.

His next thought was that he had failed: they do say that a time machine can’t work, against the laws of physics, the second law of thermodynamics, entropy, quantum energy…

A change in air pressure made him stop, his heart suddenly pounding, slowly he turned round…

She was there, standing tall, naked, her golden hair reflecting the moon light, the body of a goddess, a triumphant smile on her lips, a vision of splendour and divinity, her profile as ancient as the earth, Aphrodite…