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Microfiction: Decision

I watched as the kid reached the point of divergence.

Now he had to choose between the two roads, the same as I did when I was his age.

One road led to a peaceful bright path, aiding people by healing their traumas, a life that definitely lead to heaven’s door.

The second road led down a bloody path, full of violence, aiding some people by decimating others; a definite path to the gates of hell.

I was pleased with the choice he made, it gave me reason to draw my weapons again…

Word Count: 93

Prompt:

In Other Words, Decisions

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Flash Fiction: Misty Road

Visibility was almost zero.

That was all thanks to the misty road. It lived up to its name. It was my bright idea to come for a joy ride here. The intially clear road had become mist laden within minutes.

I could see nothing around me. I was hesitant to go any further and heading back was not an option on this mountain road. I decided to rely on the tail lights of the car in front of me. I could only be astonished at the confidence and skills of the person driving that car.

In some time, my engine began sputtering and my car came to a halt. Cursing my car, I slapped my steering wheel. To my surprise, the mist began clearing as fast as it had appeared. I gasped in shock as I realized my car stood right at the edge of a cliff. As I calmed myself down and reversed, I had only one question in mind.

Where had the other car gone?

Word Count: 167

Prompt:

Kreative Kue 214

Twittering Tale: Astral Fungus

Starboy to earth.

Seems to be some kind of fungal growth. I think the satellite needs a nice scrub. I have the tools here. Beginning procedure.
Yuck! Now it’s all over my suit, and it’s spreading fast. Starboy requesting immediate extraction. Suffocating.

Belay request. All’s good.

Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #133 – 23 April 2019

Flash Fiction: Post Apocalypse

Here we stand, post a terse apocalypse.

The world has ended. It was destroyed by us – the war mongering, toxic blemishes of nature. There was nothing left of what was once a beautiful paradise. There is no nourishment and no safety to be found. There is no hope left. Yet, we hold on to each other with our one good arms.

Surviving in our dead world together…

Word Count: 67

Prompts:

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #10

FOWC with Fandango — Terse