Fast Fiction Challenge: Never Say Forever
OK, usually, I do these in strict chronological order, and never do two for the same person without a break of several days, but this is a special request, so bear with me, ok?
Title: Never Say Forever
Word: misanthropic
Challenger: regie
Length: 200 words exactly They were right after all; who'd have thought it?
All the doomsayers, all the small minded, ignorant, petty people who warned against bringing back extra-planetary specimens. They were right.
It didn't take long. In less time than you would have believed possible, ninety-two per cent of us were dead. The rest of us ended up in the capital city; and they all died a few days ago. As far as I know, I'm the only one left alive.
We thought we would last as long as there were stars in the skies and rocks on the ground. Who'd have thought it?
But three days ago, the Strangers landed. Knowing what I do now, I loathe them with a misanthropic passion of hate. My people didn't die from accident; they were murdered.
The Strangers are giants. Each of them thousands of times bigger than any of us, they destroyed the main city and its star shaped government buildings and long parallel travelways with a gargantuan spike that crushed it and them flat.
At the top of the spike I could even see the bastards' pennant. Their audacity knows no bounds, appropriating our symbols to show conquest: stars, and long horizontal stripes.
© Lee Barnett, 2005
Title: Never Say Forever
Word: misanthropic
Challenger: regie
Length: 200 words exactly They were right after all; who'd have thought it?
All the doomsayers, all the small minded, ignorant, petty people who warned against bringing back extra-planetary specimens. They were right.
It didn't take long. In less time than you would have believed possible, ninety-two per cent of us were dead. The rest of us ended up in the capital city; and they all died a few days ago. As far as I know, I'm the only one left alive.
We thought we would last as long as there were stars in the skies and rocks on the ground. Who'd have thought it?
But three days ago, the Strangers landed. Knowing what I do now, I loathe them with a misanthropic passion of hate. My people didn't die from accident; they were murdered.
The Strangers are giants. Each of them thousands of times bigger than any of us, they destroyed the main city and its star shaped government buildings and long parallel travelways with a gargantuan spike that crushed it and them flat.
At the top of the spike I could even see the bastards' pennant. Their audacity knows no bounds, appropriating our symbols to show conquest: stars, and long horizontal stripes.
© Lee Barnett, 2005