Renowned Writer Extraordinaire – in my mind!
Daybreak. Start your morning with a coffee you will promptly forget. Wake up the kids for school one – two – three times before dragging them out of bed. Pack their lunches. Drop them off at the school entrance your hair and mind in tatters. Then drive… and never look back.
The compound smelled of inexorable horror. The floor tasted like decay – like layers of dead things scattered among the living.
Their haunted looks and wilting bodies proved a truth:
Genocide… leaves a lasting impression.
The craftsmen were methodical and deliberate as impressions and sheets were set. Gutenberg, covered in a thin layer of ink, was sweating with anticipation. But when that first print was done, he knew. He had changed the world forever.
Nothing she could say would assuage their grief; the country they called home had become a corporation, a tyrant, a leviathan. Still she mustered the strength to stand tall and speak, “Fuck him!”
Moira crouched in the underbrush, sword in hand. Daylight and the horrors it brought wouldn’t stop her. If she could reach those church doors, she could end this whole thing.
Cries of the wild echoed around her, and she knew she had no time left. She sprinted towards the church. The doors burst open as she reached them. A host of demons with a thirst for her blood rushed towards her.
Moira lifted the sword over her head and jumped to the side with a laugh, “The end.”
The last thing she saw was the rocket speeding down the path.
My very good writing buddy, Newshound to Novelist, has a weekly prompt pot that she hosts. It’s a lot of fun! All you have to do is write 100-words towards a prompt (usually a single word, but this week was the above quote), and link to the original post she wrote.
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