Author’s Ramblings: This week’s story is another snippet of prompt fiction and I feel that I ought to warn you it is a little rambly and a “lot” dark. The prompt words used for this are courtesy of Abby W. for “Deodorant, burnt, duct-tape” and my usual prompt machine for spitting out the phrase “nothing matters” with instructions to use it as much as possible. Hmmm. I started thinking about it and somehow it just all went in this direction. LOL. On that note, seventeen days until NaNoWriMo 2011~! WHoo hoo! Hope to see you there. ^_^
Her Choice : Contemporary Fantasy : Prompt Fiction : Dark :
somehow, I knew it would all come down to this. The world is ending. Life is
ending. Living has become nothing but insane liberty.
alive at this point? It all seems so wrong and I don’t even know where to
head harder than I thought. Then again, a little dizziness never hurt anyone,
right? I guess it could hurt—if you’re standing on the guard rail of the world’s
tallest bridge looking down into what has to be the worst-looking river.
whole end-of-the-world theme. I guess I was kind of hoping I could somehow
avoid it. But that’s impossible after all, isn’t it?
rather it will be until something serious happens. Things are getting worse
actually, that’s why I’m on this bridge. Then again, it wasn’t really by
you have no one but yourself to blame if both ends of the bridge crash and burn
before your very eyes. It is no one else’s fault but your own. You should’ve
standing chunk of bridge that may very well fall at any second now.
once and I know there is no one who can spare the time to come and fix my
stupid little mistake. It is my fault. Just like this whole
world-coming-to-an-end business. I kind of hate it, you know.
there. I don’t understand how something can go so horribly wrong because the
scales have tipped. Then again, I have never been the brightest one in our
happy life together, I’m sure, if this world doesn’t end on them first.
Refreshing to see that human life matters again. It’s been almost ten years
since this chaos has begun. It grates on my nerves to be sane and watching the
rest of humanity crumbling around me because it’s all gone down for good.
things I wanted to try, and yet, fate has dealt me the hand that my own parents
could not refuse. Their death has saved me, but now I suppose it is time to
repay a debt that ought never to be incurred.
on empty, like the last bit of goop in a stick of deodorant or running
two-inches short on duct-tape. It bites and I can’t get away from it. The more
I run, the harder it comes.
making friends who really seem to care. Not asking my parents why they had to
make such a sacrifice.
the supports creaking and groaning. I don’t have to be a rocket scientist to
know that it’s going to fall. I don’t need to read some prophecy to know that I’m
going to die.
and others because we don’t have a choice.
experience all the things in the world that God created. To know every little
inner working of every creature on planet earth and to understand what it was
meant to be—I’d live forever, if I could.
me, seeing what isn’t there. My ears are hearing things on me, things that can’t
be there. My hands—they are tired and cold. I can’t help thinking how nice it
would be to warm them.
it isn’t. Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes they aren’t the reasons I
want them for. But they happen anyway, without my say-so.
and come rescue me already. They’ve been wonderful to me, even knowing what
they know of who I am and what I can do.
I respect and admire them.
could they possibly call me their friend in good conscience?
an end? To keep the very earth and sky from turning in on each other? The girl
who has everything, can only give up one thing.
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there, she must’ve-”
signature. The support’s still standing, if she was there, I should’ve been
able to-Sten? Hey, are you alright?”
young woman slowly rose from rolling office chair. She moved away from
the dusty dashboard of ancient, flickering computer screens and gingerly
approached the flaming man pacing the length of the control room. “Don’t hold
it against her, Sten. We all knew it could happen.”
how could I think otherwise?”
here! You think it was easy for her to choose that? To make the very choice she’s
been fighting since she read that stupid prophecy?” Danah’s quivering hands
clenched into fists. “You know something, Sten? You’re a real piece of work.
Can’t you at least let the girl rest in peace and appreciate what she’s done?”
ground is steady under my feet and I don’t know what to make of it. I’m not as
old as you, I don’t remember what a perfect world is like, a place where things
aren’t constantly exploding and killing everything around them, but I know
this. We couldn’t have gone on like this forever.”
Something would’ve had to give. Today, something did.” She sucked in a shaky
breath. “That something just happened to be the one thing that we weren’t
counting on. Please, Sten. Just leave it alone. I-I-” she burst into tears.
fading to a soft blue. He crossed the room to hold her gently in his arms. When
she quieted, he pulled away, calling his flames back to the burning red.
doorway. “And the ground will seal itself together soon. If you’re right, then we should at least respect the dead and