A quote: “The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.” ~~ Marcus Aurelius
I’ll start with a story …
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They had run through the night, leaving the shrouded forest behind just as dawn pinked the sky.
She slid from Shi-iro’s back. He pawed the ground, snorting, muscles twitching under his foamed-flecked hide. Her hand touched at where she had hidden the bottle in her sleeve. Still there, a last resort.
The key, dangling from twine on her neck, between her breasts. In the grimness of her flight, it gave her hope.
She walked to the edge of the cliff, the sea spread out at her feet, the salt air in her nostrils. Yes, there, on the horizon.
Sails.
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Now, It’s your turn.
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. featured image, cropped, Adobe Stock, standard license.
[…] This was the hard part. I beamed instructions to my drone rider, and he dismounted, unaware of his pending demise. We’d clone him again. As sun set, the drone crawled in low to where their noisy power generators throbbed and poured pollutants skyward. Past the generators was a large fuel bladder. The enemy was cocky about their camp layout. The explosives in the drone’s stomach took full advantage of this. * * * “Excellent work, Xanthippus,” said General Benton, the drone’s DNA source, upon my return to base. — via Darleen […]
[…] via Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge — Victory Girls Blog […]
Charles N. Steele says: I apologize for breaking the word limit. As usual I address the quote and ignore the picture…
The pig-tailed waif put down the microphone and glared icily around the chamber. The delegates to the Galactic Council cast down their eyes in shame, the penultimate line “How dare you!” ringing in their ears and other aural sensors.
The Secretary cleared his throat nervously. “Perhaps we should vote.”
As hands, paws, tentacles, and other appendages began to reach for the buttons that registered choices, a faint noise interrupted, growing in intensity… A snicker, then a chortle, and then a loud guffaw. All eyes and other photodetectors turned to the small, lemur-like delegate from the obscure planet Shmoo, who was by now rolling in the aisle, convulsed with laughter. “‘I demand you vote to outlaw reality,’ she says,” it howled, gasping for breath, “AND YOU ARE ALL ABOUT TO VOTE YES!”
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