Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

This Friday, let us contemplate the implacability of Mother Nature. We endure, we resist but weather just happens. Or does it? You have 100 words to explore.

I’ll start with a story —

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“Mom?”

Sighing, I take my foot off the pedal. Flat fell seams take concentration and now this! Alex is at the window, pointing.

I look out into a gathering dark, the sky roiling like a hurricane tossed sea. The neighbors have left their homes, standing in the street. Some are clutching each other, sobbing. Some have fallen to their knees, eyes fixed on a sky that punches down towards them dancing with silvered flame.

I cross and open the back door. She stands rapt; arms spread wide, her hair whipping in the vortex.

“Young lady! Didn’t we discuss this yesterday?”

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Now, it is your turn.
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  • Garland Twitty says:

    O Lord, thou art my God; I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name; for thou hast done wonderful things; thy counsels of old are faithfulness and truth.

    2 For thou hast made of a city a heap; of a defenced city a ruin: a palace of strangers to be no city; it shall never be built.

    3 Therefore shall the strong people glorify thee, the city of the terrible nations shall fear thee.

    4 For thou hast been a strength to the poor, a strength to the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, . . . .

    Isaiah 25:1-4

  • Stephen Miller says:

    He stared at the twisting fork of lightning spread out over the sky. The beauty of it took his breath away. For all of his life the storms had been something to fear. The rich had their shelters built into fortified cellars, well-stocked to ride out the worst. Most villagers, like him, made do with common shelters and root cellars. Only a fool would be caught outside.

    Yet here he was, under the naked sky…alive, and staring at ribbons of frozen light over his head. “How did you do that?”

    His companion just grinned. “I didn’t — you did.”

  • Justin says:

    You refuse the gods at your own risk, the old powers, the hidden, ancient names no sane person would utter. Then again, no one ever accused me of being sane. But tonight… tonight you can practically feel their cold eyes staring down, taste their breath on the wind. Tonight you can hear them whispering “Set us free.”
    Who am I to deny them?

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