Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

A quote: “The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.” ~~ Albert Einstein

I’ll start with a story …

Mother shushed the children as they tumbled, laughing, into the house.

“Mam.” They fell silent, glancing at the ancient woman. Mother singled out Seth, “My eggs?”

He grabbed his antigrav belt, hating his chore of chasing chickens out of the trees, avoiding their needle teeth, just so Mother had fresh eggs for breakfast. He ignored Mam, a First Wave, weeping over album images that rotated above her lap. “Unfair.” Seth mumbled as he unsealed the door and stepped out under the two rising moons, “I’m SO off this farm when I’m 18.”

Pity that he could never go to Earth.


Now, it’s your turn.
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  • Fletch says:

    G’lib-Qar raised his carapace to look from segmented eyes toward the two moons approaching one another. Every seven years little Sithfee would overtake lumbering G’lobo and the two would appear as one.

    G’lib-Qar had seen seven such pairings, and each time he considered the prophecy – a prophecy he hoped would never come. He could quote it by heart, “When Sithfee shall join G’lobo then look to the skies. On that day invaders will come. On that day the Out-worlders shall take your land and make it their own. On that day you will become servant and another become master.”

    G’lib-Qar sighed. The two moons had joined many times. Why should this time be different? Why should strange men come from the sky on this day? Perhaps it was just another day. He returned his hoe to the soil and refused to look upward even when he heard the rocket engines roar across the sky.

  • Charles N. Steele says:

    Last time I looked it glowed a lovely turquoise. Before that the pulsating orange light, and before that the strangely soothing hum…

    My brother keeps a messy apartment. Still, I agreed to house-sit during his semester abroad. The first day I washed weeks’ worth of dishes, swept months of crumbs and dust, and tossed the unidentifiable contents of umpteen containers. But I saved the sourdough starter.

    I thought it was sourdough starter. I first wondered when those green flashes came from where it rests behind the milk gallon. Since then, each time is different.

    I reach for the refrigerator door.

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