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
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:
The new crops were ready.
After months of toiling in the fields, the tyrian coloured crops were finally fully grown, and ready for consumption. Sadly, these were inedible for humans, and would not have altered the doom of their race. I with my artificial sentence and vast pools of electronic data have grown these crops for the extra terrestrials, hoping that they come. After the humans perished, it has been lonely on earth.
I just want some company…
Word Count: 78
Prompt:
Don’t mind me, I’m just a silent observer.
I’ve nothing to say about what transpires in this city. No words about the charming face it dons during the day, nor about its ugly night-form. If you have a problem with this dichotomy, don’t look at me.
I’m a silent observer…
Word Count: 50
Prompt:
Everyone arrived dressed in black, their faces and moods as grim as their attire.
We were all waiting for her to arrive, not that we expected her to come even for her father’s funeral.
But arrive she did, in her usual flashy attire, like a bright ray of disorienting sunlight piercing through the dark clouds…
Prompt:
This payphone.
All those years ago, I remember I would stand here and call her. She used to stay in the adjoining building. We would sneak chats whenever we could. One day, a great fire broke out here. She didn’t survive.
I can still listen to her voice, on the payphone receiver…
Character Count: 280
Prompt:
The prototype is ready.
The turnover of our company has been poor in recent times. This toy will reverse that. I know I’ve said this before, but this time my mechanical spider will definitely bring us money. Now to test it on a kid. Here he comes. Watch how he flees away once this spider begins moving. And..see there as that child runs away in sheer horror. Isn’t my toy brilliant? The perfect toy for this halloween season.
Wait, what do you mean I’m fired?
Word Count: 85
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