March Speculative Fiction Prompt

Apocalypse.

First they came and it was like all hell had been let loose. They had brought the virus. It had spread like wildfire burning up the population. Those that were not infected were  slaughtered, a few survived.

Those that survived left the cities and towns keeping together for there was, then, safety in numbers.

The Vampires finally exhausted the all life on the planet. They began to die, no source of blood to sustain them they became extinct.

The tusnami came and seemed to cleanse the planet. It might of helped had there been a population left.

The night of the eclipse a lone figure ran through the city. Eyes full of fear legs driven by determination alone. Feet sinking in the wet sand.

It, was neither male nor female, human nor vampire. It was a hybrid, age could be no more than ten. Why can we be sure of that? Because ten years is all it had taken to bring this planet to this decaying state.

The hybrid found itself sinking into the sand. Terrified it struggled it had no knowledge of how to escape. It had struggled all it life to keep alive. It had known nothing but struggle.

Slowly the sand did its job and the hybrid suffocated and died.

There was soon nothing to even mark the hybrid’s passing. The eclipse did not end and eventually there was a planet no more just a dead rock.

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This is my entry for the Myths of Mirrors prompt for March.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Safe/ Save.

This week Joey from Joeyfully Stated is standing in for our LindaGHill who is busy signing books and doing authory things ūüėČ

So Joey has decided that our prompt this week is Safe/Save, each, both as you like. Also as ever extra points for beginning with either or both ūüíú. Whatever you do, if you join in have fun.

So a big thank  you to Joey

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      Haiku

Save the world she said

We need to keep our planet 

So the future’s safe.

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     Tanka

Save me the voice cried

It repeated in my head

Mermering it died.

I did not heed what it said

Why did I not keep it safe.

Image from Pixabay.

The Prophesy

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They  all new  what  the  book  foretold and  what was  to come

When  the  sky  would  darken  and  the life  would  leave  the  sun.

Some  took  precautions  , built space  ships  took  supplies and  fled

Those  of  us  who  stayed knew  that  time was  short  and  we would soon be dead.

 

 

We felt  the urge  to go to the sea, to escape  the heat and  smell of  the  city

Abandoned  cars  and  burning  streets the  empty  loneliness ,hopelessness  and pity.

We picked up people along  the  way  we all needed to  reach  our final  destination

To witness the  end of our planet, as it got  turned  to  dust  and  blown out  into  the  constellations.

 

 

So here ¬†we ¬†sit ¬†at ¬†the ¬†end ¬†of ¬†our planet’s mad, ¬†crazy ¬†days

We all watch  and  wait as the sea boils  and  bubbles in a  golden haze.

None of us  have  any  idea  when this  will all be over  or  when it  will end

Have no fear, when the time  comes  we will all go together,  in a  second  my friend

 

 

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Apocalypse Now : Haiku

This  world is  all that we have

War, famine, petulance

Death. The  horsemen  are here.

 

NaBloPoMo : Death’s Book is Missing

“Well” said the voice filling everywhere ¬†with light

Somehow everyone calmed down as all their fears took flight.

They  knew they were in trouble they new they were in bin!

They  had all been careless and causing  trouble  but felt there was no great sin.

 

A voice as smooth as syrup  gently calmed the street

This calm somehow traveled around the world, believe me no mean feat!

Death was secretly relived  to see his lord and master.

Plague, war and famine  if they had of had hearts would of felt them beating faster.

 

“Good evening, Death, I hope you are well and I see you have brought ¬†your brothers.

You ¬†have got ¬†yourselves in to an awful mess ¬†Death.” God said, then turned his head to look at the others.

The angel of death standing by God’s side tears of relief running down his beautiful face

“We have the book, boss” he said.He ¬†held it in his right hand,” praise ¬†be, we now can sort out the human race”

 

God  looked down on the angel of death who now sat in his hand, what was he to do with him

And Death ¬†and his brothers three? They ¬†were doing their best but God’s patience ¬†was growing thin.

TO BE CONTINUED

 

 

 

 

 

 

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