This will be a weekly treat. Thank you for the previous comments and contributions. I can’t wait to read the new snippets of fiction!
I urge people to join in, comment with your paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. It doesn’t have to follow my story or reflect the same themes. It can be a poem or in a different language. Anyone who wants to join in, is welcome. This photograph has been reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr.
“What do you think happened?” she gasped. Her fingers lingered to her lips. My gaze swept the barren land, studded with scorched trees that now resembled crooked toothpicks. She launched herself out of the car and walked towards the disaster. I didn’t want to leave her alone, so I also abandoned the car. We had been driving for days without destination. Destruction had struck the cities. Had we, as survivors, been naive in thinking that the countryside was peaceful? Did the fires, bombings and disease follow us here too? The stench of ash seared my nostrils. I didn’t like staring at the wreckage; the feeble hope I had been clinging onto threatened to go up in flames.
- Ermisenda Alvarez
(If in a foreign language, if possible please add a translation)
-Eliabeth Hawthorne
Eliabeth, Thanks for the tweet and here’s my contribution for this one: http://terri0729.wordpress.com/2011/09/11/walking-through-the-desolation/ hope you like it too. Blessings, Terri
Fantastic contribution again! Love the beat as I read.
- Ermisenda
Thanks Ermisenda! Great job yourself.
The two exited the vehicle, apparently unconcerned with the chard surroundings. They had been sent to investigate one thing and one thing only. They knew of course why the area was burnt to the ground and the cause but their investigation was to determine which. Which type of craft had did this and to report to their superiors whom might be responsible. Was it the Greys? as they studied the circular pattern on the ground, analyzing the left over residue of the crafts propulsion system their doubt had fled and the horror started to take hold. It was the Greys.
I like your introduction of a possible plot. It made me want to find out more. Great work sreznor!
I know, it’s a great lead in to a book isn’t it?! The “greys” makes me think of a Steven King movie that my husband has, along with the book too, called “The Dreamcatcher” which is about aliens and the villian is “Mr. Grey”, lol. Maybe they are related. Blessings, Terri
Eliabeth’s contribution:
The passenger’s side door slammed with a force Josh did not realize Summer was capable of. Apparently he had underestimated her frustration. The argument between them had become more heated each time they saw the same intersection from a different angle. He had refused to ask directions, consult a map, or listen to her as she tried to translate the directions from the Japanese speaking GPS.
Typical man, lol! Great one Eliabeth, makes me think of someone that I know. Blessings, Terri
Hehe, with the exception of the getting out of the car, ’cause everyone who knows me knows I wouldn’t get far without being worse off, it is a recap of many of my relationships, particularly the argument over the benefits of letting me translate my Japanese GPS.
On the crossroad,
Lost and found
All the trees stand there,
Just to taunt.
Society ends here,
The wilderness begin
Can you go back to your roots.
Can you exist within,
The societyrules across this border.
Beautiful! It’s a shame you didn’t have the dutch translation this time around. I like the use of both ‘lost and found together’.