Bouncing up to her parents grave as the crippling feeling of monachopsis returned. But with Earth lost, the Mars colonies were all humans had left.
(#BraveWrite, Prompt: Monachopsis, 147 characters)
Bouncing up to her parents grave as the crippling feeling of monachopsis returned. But with Earth lost, the Mars colonies were all humans had left.
(#BraveWrite, Prompt: Monachopsis, 147 characters)
It took one word to make his skin crawl. The second word and his penis began shrinking. A third word fell from her lips, and he wondered how many words were in this spell.
(#BraveWrite, Prompt: One, 172 characters)
Ibiza, ’98. The installation of the foam machines in clubs was on the rise. So were the abductions.
(#MicroPrompt & #VSS365, Prompts: Foam & Club, 99 characters)
The crane walked across the motorway and hopped onto her rock beside Staines reservoir. She noted there were more fish than usual. Everything had been so peaceful, recently.
She wondered if humans would ever come back.
(#VSS365, Prompt: #Crane, 212 characters)
“Well look at that,” remarked Crow. “The human’s home early.”
“Impressive,” replied Lucy. “I thought it’d take him longer to dig his way out of his grave.”
(#BraveWrite, Prompt: Home, 154 characters)
She shifted the motorbike onto its centre-stand and carried on polishing the chrome exhaust. “I just wanted more time alone,” she sighed. Her reflection gave her a knowing nod.
(VSS365, Prompt: #Chrome, 177 characters)
As the needle pierced her skin for the twenty-third time, reality began kicking in. A tug on the thread pulled them closer together, and Amy regretted telling Lucy she’d never leave her side.
(#BraveWrite & #VSS365, Prompts: Reality & Kicking, 192 characters)
They peered out of the International Space Stations windows, looking for changes below. The last human-made light they could see, near Cape Finisterre, blinked out. It was not the change they were looking for.
(#VSS365, #MicroPrompt, #BraveWrite, Prompts: Finisterre, Change, Was, 206 characters)
At first, Amy believed she was the butt of a cruel joke. After the third cut in her wrists exposed more wiring, her life took on new meaning.
(#BraveWrite & #VSS365, Prompts: Cruel & Butt, 141 characters)
The armada arrived in winter. By spring, they were excavating ruins. Extreme summer heat summoned swarms of insects. In autumn, sickness ran through the settlements. New years eve, 3044, they knew what had become of the lost civilization of Britain.
(#VSS365 & #BraveWrite, Prompts: Armada & Spring, 249 characters)