#6, #4 (10_prompts)
Title: Execution
Author: ShadowSpirit
Email: HPFerret@aol.com
Rating: G
Summary: For #6 of table, Gloomy.
Word Count: 361
Disclaimer: All mine! For the story Crashing Sands
He was going to die, wasn’t he? Picked off just like that, unable to even struggle anymore. Just another pawn of the Fear, huh? He hoped his mother was happy, he really did. This is her fault, isn’t it? He’s just another one of those things that shouldn’t exist. Him and Ito. Maybe there were others… but it really seemed like it was just them.
It’s not like they asked to be born as they were. Kids don’t choose their parents. It doesn’t work like that!
Why were they being punished for this?!
They always called him the bad omen when he was young. It was a gloomy existence. Maybe that was why he began to play his little “Stowaway Games.” So he could get away from it all. Get away from their words, their glares. “I didn’t bring the Fear here!” he yells from his cell. “It’s not my fault!”
Ito tugs at his sleeve and shakes his head. Tells him not to bother. But how can he not? They think to solve all their problems, that the boys should be executed! Society truly is messed up now. Running around terrified of everything around them, hoping that their founders will show themselves and save them all.
But he had met the founders, sort of, once. They didn’t know what to do. They had originally hid themselves because they said it was all their fault.
Orcha Delerusi really did hate everyone. He almost was looking forward to his death, so he could get away from all these species and races that made up excuses for their troubles. Gloom and doom, all the fault of two kids. Ha.
“We gotta get out of here, Ito. Really. This is stupid.”
“But how? I can’t even feel anything outside of the cell to move.”
“Old fashion way?”
Ito shakes his head. “’s’not gonna work either, Orcha.”
“We can’t just sit here and wait for them to kill us!”
“Sorry, Orcha, but my hope has really gone out the airlock at this point.”
The boy with the stringy hair sighed and slid down the wall, slumping over his legs. Everything was wrong with this universe.
Title: Drifter
Author: ShadowSpirit
Email: HPFerret@aol.com
Rating: G
Summary: For #4 of table, Boat.
Word Count: 257
Disclaimer: Mine. For the story Crashing Sands
The first person he saw when his eyes opened from the rush of air was a cold, stiff woman. He heard learned that she was the captain of this ship that had taken him in. They questioned him, questions he couldn’t find an answer to. Why was he out there? Why was he so far out in space? Why was he in a rowboat? How long had he been out there?
He didn’t know. He didn’t know anything.
The spiders checked his vitals. He swayed, side to side, under the hard stare of the captain. He had to be thankful; she didn’t shoot him down.
“You’re in the dead of space. Middle of nowhere. People don’t just take vacations out here.”
“I honestly don’t know,” he swallowed. His throat was dry. Just how long had he been floating through space in that thing?
“There’s not even an encrypt message in the vessel. Nothing.”
“I don’t even remember where I last was…” he trailed off, trying to force his mind to think about it. Such a failed concept; his mind might as well been one of those old televisions. Black and white static. Let it snow. “I don’t think… I put myself in that thing… Someone else must’ve sent me away… but I donno why… I honestly don’t know.” He looked up at her desperately.
“Well, you’re stuck here. Don’t get in anyone’s way, or we’ll simply dump you.”
He nodded slowly. He really was stuck here; he couldn’t sense any ships nearby for him to pop to…
Author: ShadowSpirit
Email: HPFerret@aol.com
Rating: G
Summary: For #6 of table, Gloomy.
Word Count: 361
Disclaimer: All mine! For the story Crashing Sands
He was going to die, wasn’t he? Picked off just like that, unable to even struggle anymore. Just another pawn of the Fear, huh? He hoped his mother was happy, he really did. This is her fault, isn’t it? He’s just another one of those things that shouldn’t exist. Him and Ito. Maybe there were others… but it really seemed like it was just them.
It’s not like they asked to be born as they were. Kids don’t choose their parents. It doesn’t work like that!
Why were they being punished for this?!
They always called him the bad omen when he was young. It was a gloomy existence. Maybe that was why he began to play his little “Stowaway Games.” So he could get away from it all. Get away from their words, their glares. “I didn’t bring the Fear here!” he yells from his cell. “It’s not my fault!”
Ito tugs at his sleeve and shakes his head. Tells him not to bother. But how can he not? They think to solve all their problems, that the boys should be executed! Society truly is messed up now. Running around terrified of everything around them, hoping that their founders will show themselves and save them all.
But he had met the founders, sort of, once. They didn’t know what to do. They had originally hid themselves because they said it was all their fault.
Orcha Delerusi really did hate everyone. He almost was looking forward to his death, so he could get away from all these species and races that made up excuses for their troubles. Gloom and doom, all the fault of two kids. Ha.
“We gotta get out of here, Ito. Really. This is stupid.”
“But how? I can’t even feel anything outside of the cell to move.”
“Old fashion way?”
Ito shakes his head. “’s’not gonna work either, Orcha.”
“We can’t just sit here and wait for them to kill us!”
“Sorry, Orcha, but my hope has really gone out the airlock at this point.”
The boy with the stringy hair sighed and slid down the wall, slumping over his legs. Everything was wrong with this universe.
Title: Drifter
Author: ShadowSpirit
Email: HPFerret@aol.com
Rating: G
Summary: For #4 of table, Boat.
Word Count: 257
Disclaimer: Mine. For the story Crashing Sands
The first person he saw when his eyes opened from the rush of air was a cold, stiff woman. He heard learned that she was the captain of this ship that had taken him in. They questioned him, questions he couldn’t find an answer to. Why was he out there? Why was he so far out in space? Why was he in a rowboat? How long had he been out there?
He didn’t know. He didn’t know anything.
The spiders checked his vitals. He swayed, side to side, under the hard stare of the captain. He had to be thankful; she didn’t shoot him down.
“You’re in the dead of space. Middle of nowhere. People don’t just take vacations out here.”
“I honestly don’t know,” he swallowed. His throat was dry. Just how long had he been floating through space in that thing?
“There’s not even an encrypt message in the vessel. Nothing.”
“I don’t even remember where I last was…” he trailed off, trying to force his mind to think about it. Such a failed concept; his mind might as well been one of those old televisions. Black and white static. Let it snow. “I don’t think… I put myself in that thing… Someone else must’ve sent me away… but I donno why… I honestly don’t know.” He looked up at her desperately.
“Well, you’re stuck here. Don’t get in anyone’s way, or we’ll simply dump you.”
He nodded slowly. He really was stuck here; he couldn’t sense any ships nearby for him to pop to…