I wrote this story back in July 2018. So much has happened since!
I hope you enjoy this story.
Declaration, freedom, fireworks
FOWC with Fandango — Fireworks
The Empathy of Aliens
‘When did it all go wrong?’ General Anderson asked herself.
‘We started off trying to defend our freedom and independence but somehow along the way we have lost ourselves.’
She didn’t voice those concerns out loud. She was sitting at a desk and opposite her was a representative of the enemy. This alien species that had come from nowhere to take over the earth, or reclaim it, so they said. They were tall and willowy with huge heads and pointed craniums. They claimed to have come to earth 6000 years before and had taught the earthlings about agriculture, farming, irrigation and how to build great monuments. They claimed to have taught the Mayans, the Egyptians and other ancient civilisations all their secrets.
Continue reading The Empathy of Aliens – A multiple Word Prompt Story.
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She was a rebel amongst the crowd.
The new regime banned colour and the conformist crowd wore grey. She wore her blue denim like a badge proclaiming her independence.
The small crowd, like a rivulet of bodies, carried her on, to her trial.
Independence was not tolerated.
This story was written for Kat Myrman’s weekly challenge see link below:
Twittering Tales #108 – 30 October 2018
This also includes the Word of the Day Prompt: Rivulet.
This is the next instalment of the fantasy story I wrote many years ago.
I still haven’t got a title for it, so if you can think of a good one, let me know in the comments. 🙂
If you would like to read it from the start, this is the first part:
Lara, Bethra, David and Augustus rode their horses hard until they had cleared the hill and could look back on the grim walls of the city of Savarias, where briefly they had been kept as guests. Really they had been prisoners, if well treated ones.
Lara couldn’t help feeling a trifle smug. She had managed to fool Colonel Merka and got rid of that terrible coach too. Travelling on horseback was so much easier on her stomach than the coach and horses had been. Lara glanced back and saw Augustus on his brown horse staring at her.
The events of yesterday had started her thinking. When it had looked like she was going to be separated from him, Mage Caraffi had looked profoundly upset, quiet nervous, in fact. When she appeared to agree to send him away he had erupted into protest and had looked totally devastated and had only recovered when she had told him of her plan, when he realised she was going to keep him with her.
Continue reading My Fantasy Story Part 14