#writephoto — The Ultimate Calamity

92D20434-267F-4B62-9281-8DFB0881330BPointing to a white object in an otherwise desolate landscape, Inark activated his comm device. “Go investigate,” he ordered Gdon.

Gdon transported himself to the object Inark had pointed to. “It appears to be some sort of artifact,” Gdon said.

“Initiate a scan,” Inark ordered.

Following orders, Gnod performed the scan. “It’s organic,” he reported.

Inark transported himself to where Gdon was standing. “Model a reconstruction,” he said.

Gdon removed a device from a bag he was carrying, aimed it at the object, pressed a some buttons, and within a few seconds, an image appeared on the screen. “I don’t recognize that life form,” Gdon said. He pressed a few more buttons on the device and the word “Bovine” appeared.

Inark looked at the screen and read, “An animal of the cattle group, which also includes buffaloes and bisons.” He looked at Gdon and said, “This is not the species we were sent to find,” he declared. “We are searching for humans.”

“How long has it been since the human species was last accounted for?” Gdon asked.

“The last indication of human life on this planet was 15,363 Earth rotations ago, in the Earth year 2061,” Inark explained. “The species failed to heed the signs of the deterioration of the critical environmental factors necessary to support most life forms.”

“I thought it was the famine and the wars that destroyed the humans,” Gdon said.

“It was,” Inark said, “but it was the degradation of the climate that led to the catastrophic storms, famine and the resulting survival wars, which ultimately proved to wipe out most of the species.”

“And our job,” Gdon said, “is to determine, once and for all, if there is any humans life remaining on this planet.”

“It’s unlikely,” Inark said. “The real human frailty was its focus on the short-term while choosing to be willfully ignorant of the long-term implications of their actions upon the environment and the resulting calamity.”

“But ultimately, their lack of foresight was good news for us,” Gdon said.

“That’s correct, Gdon,” Inark said. “It’s been 42 Earth years since the planet was last able to support life, but I am confident that we can report back to home base that the planet, in another two Earth decades, will have fully regenerated and should be suitable for colonization by our own species. Gather your scanning device, harvest this bovine object, and let’s transport home.”


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

Tale Weaver — That Explains a Lot

2A4A1252-4664-4C1A-9BDF-02903E33C387“Of course I have a concern over what’s going on next door,” Martin said. “The guy’s yard is quickly becoming overgrown with weeds. It would take a herd of goats to clean up that mess on the other side of the fence.”

“I’m not talking about his lawn,” Martin,” Maria said. “I’m talking about his dog with it’s incessant barking. It barks day and night and it’s driving me crazy. At least you get a break from it when you go off to work. I have to deal with it all of the time.”

“Do you remember that dog trainer we used when our dog was having behavior problems? That guy was stellar,” Martin said. “I think I’ll pay a visit to our neighbor and ask him to mow his lawn and tell him about that dog trainer.”

*****

A few minutes later, Martin came running into the house, his face pale and his skin clammy. “Maria, call 9-1-1 now!” he shouted.

“What happened?” she asked. “Are you okay? And what’s that awful smell?”

“It’s our neighbor,” Martin said. “I knocked on his door and when I did, his door swung open. As soon as it opened, the stench hit me. There was his body just inside the door. He must have been dead for at least a week.”

“Well, that explains a lot,” Maria said, picking up the phone to call 9-1-1.


Written for the following daily prompts: Daily Addictions (concern), Your Daily Word Prompt (overgrown), Ragtag Daily Prompt (herd), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (fence), Scotts Daily Prompt (trainer), and Word of the Day Challenge (stellar).

Also for the Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, “open door.” Photo credit: Google Images.

 

Finish the Story Part 3 — The Smallest Acorn

C2DAFFA4-70D5-411D-B324-7CAD9D64ED4D.jpegI got tagged by Cheryl (aka, The Bag Lady) to pick up where she left off on Teresa’s (aka, The Haunted Wordsmith) story about the smallest acorn.

Here’s how Teresa started itall off:

Alice loved collecting acorns and chestnuts with her grandfather. They would spend hour after hour walking through the woods beyond their old log cabin collecting and talking about this, that, and nothing in particular. Even though she was only twelve years old, Alice understood time with her grandparents was getting short. She overheard her mother crying one night and telling her father that it had come back. Alice didn’t know what it was that came back, but she was happy when her mother asked if she wanted to visit her grandparents.

On this particular trip through the woods, her grandfather led her down a new trail rather than their usual one that went down by the lake. It didn’t take her long to figure out why. The entire trail was lined with oak trees as tall and as thick as she had ever seen.

“These trees been here as long as I have,” her grandfather said, sitting on a fallen log to catch his breath.

“They’re wonderful,” Alice said, looking at all the colors that blanketed the clear, blue sky.

Alice started looking around along the ground for more acorns while her grandfather began telling her a story about these woods. She was really only half listening, but when the words magic, healing, and acorn reached her ears, she stopped and started listening. However, it didn’t take her very long to become distracted by the smallest acorn she had ever seen.

This acorn was perfect in every way, except it was only a third the size of a normal acorn. When she picked it up, it felt electric. As if some energy flowed out of the acorn and up her arm. It tickled and made her giggle.

“Whatcha giggling about,” her grandfather asked.

“This little acorn,” she said, holding it up so he could see it.

Her grandfather began to shake with joy. He couldn’t believe his eyes. It was the …

And here is Cheryl’s continuation:

…the exact acorn he hoped she would find. He knew she wasn’t listening all that carefully, but finding that particular acorn was the goal. The longstanding oaks surrounding them seemed all at once closer to him. Alice didn’t seem to notice the oaks were closer, almost sheltering them both. She handed the acorn to her grandfather. He closed it in his hand and his smile grew big.

Alice noticed a change in him, it had been a while since she saw that broad smile he used to have when they played together. “Did it make your fingers tingle, grandfather?” She looked more closely at him.

“Yes, my child. Your finding this littlest acorn is the best thing!” He looked around him and up at the trees.

And here is my part 3:

What Alice saw next was not anything she could have ever imagined. Not only did he have a broad smile on his face, but there was a twinkle in his eyes that she’d never seen before. With the small acorn still gripped tightly in his fist, her grandfather stood up and actually started to do a little dance.

“Grandfather,” she said, her voice a mixture of amusement and concern. “Maybe you should sit back down on the log.”

“Nonsense,” her grandfather said. “I haven’t felt this good since I was a much younger man. I have so much energy and I’m feeling a joy I haven’t experienced in years. I know that, thanks to you, my dear child, thanks to your having found this small acorn and given it to me to hold, that the cancer has left my broken, old body.”

“I don’t understand how that’s possible, grandfather,” Alice said, a confused and worried look on her face.

“Let me tell you a story, Alice,” he said, sitting back down on the log next to her. “You’re going to find this a little hard to believe, child, but I promise you that it will explain everything.”


Teresa’s instructions for her finish the story prompt are to read the story as you receive it, then create the next part, and pass the story onto someone else until the story is finished. Please either pingback or post a link to your contribution in the comments of the original post.

So, I’ve read the story, added my part, and now it’s time for me to pass the story to Melanie over at Sparks From a Combustible Mind to come up with part 4 of The Smallest Acorn.

FOWC with Fandango — Fence

FOWCWelcome to October 11, 2018 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “fence.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.