November 2017 100 Word Anonymous Challenge

[Victoria Silverwolf]

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Theme: Weather

Genre: Science Fiction or Fantasy


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[Victoria Silverwolf]

That should say the end of November, of course. I just copied an old thread.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

WITNESS STATEMENT 07/08/17 JULANE COUNTY/EAST TEXAS LAW ENFORCEMENT INVESTIGATIONS DEPT. AUDIO RECORDING MADE ON SCENE/SAKER TOWNSVILLE. Incident ref: K483.


“See Sheriff, ‘twas early this mornin, still dark'n'windy. Pa heard him a noise out by the hogpens so he grabbed the shotgun and ran out.

He wuz a-yellin ‘n' firin so I follered, giant bugs with a silver drum wuz sucking up all our hogsh*t!

They lit up in a shiny ship that wuz real fast. ‘Twas full dawn by then, town looked strange so we came in Pa's pick-up.

Who'd a thunked it? A whole town covered in hogsh*it!

Like Pa says, he sure knows how to raise him a sh*tstorm, huh?”

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Entry log N.134
Date… missing
Crew… 9 of 25

Here's Iksmet Gobsh, captain of the U.C. Event Horizon.
We are still stuck on Fhokm 5-b2 due to harsh weather’s conditions, we are in a heavy storm of radicals particles.

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“Comm to the crew! Prepare yourself, we will go outside, open the hangar and shut down everything.”

“but sir. We're gonna die…”

“We would anyway, but not like trapped rats, I want to see the nature in all of her dark majesty.”

The crew walked outside, while the storm teared apart each atom from their bodies without hope.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

SAD

He couldn’t find the sea cliffs for the fog. He stumbled across winter-brown grass while cold nibbled at his fingers and nipped his joints. He was beyond cursing, almost beyond caring. He wanted to end it all.

A shape loomed through the mist: the beanstalk tree, tall beyond belief. He couldn’t find the cliffs but he could climb the tree and leap.

Its branches were just close enough for climbing. Ten feet…twenty…forty... The mist frayed around him. Higher still… high enough.

“It’s not your time,” a voice said, as the mist thinned and sunlight warmed him. “Live.”

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Please note that the story which begins with "Entry log" should have the title The Majestic Storm.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Weathered

Snowflakes fill my heart.

Frostiness consumes my brain.

My summer has gone.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

A Storm in Time

Spring grappled with the last dregs of winter. Flowers peeked around snowflakes. The air was cold under a warm sun.

At dawn, the eastern sky grew suddenly angry with purple and gray streaks like swords, bringing torrential downpours and searing lightning. We huddled together, cowering from crashes, howling, explosions, and screams.

In ten minutes, it was over. We went out.

Slices from other worlds confronted us. Like a Dali painting, fragments of buildings, vehicles, strange objects, people from many eras mingled together, confounded. The storm had scrambled time.

It marked the beginning of a very different world.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Last Night

The eight-year-olds sat on the back porch looking up. Billy said "remember that time we camped
out and hosed down the backyard and in the mornin, all those earthworms came up. We went
fishing all day and never caught nuthin."

Jacky said "yeah, and we found that dead fish. We
threw it to each other so we could tell our moms we caught a fish."

The boys stomped their feet, laughed long and loud trying to see who could laugh best.

The moon disappeared, the winds picked up.

The boys smiled and held hands.

The DeathStorm rolled in.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Dies Irae

Ichtaca and her mother fled the flood as Koel, bird-god of storms, cawed overhead. Her father drowned saving them. Ichtaca vowed vengeance, training daily in archery, nightly in sorcery. Her mother pleaded and suitors enticed, but she wouldn't relent; she would kill Koel.

Years later, a cyclone approached the village. Quickly scaling the mountain, Ichtaca spotted Koel. An enchanted arrow volley brought Koel down as spasmic lightning carved the mountain. Ichtaca smiled, satisfied.

Horror supplanted satisfaction; the tempest intensified. Ichtaca realized belatedly that Koel subdued, not caused, storms. She narrowly escaped, but the maelstrom consumed her mother and village.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Forecast

For my fifth degree, needing an easy credit to catch up with a rival scholar, I thought it would be droll to “study” a Pasonquay tribe shaman. Guardians of ancient lore! Bringers of rain! Such superstitious nonsense!

Meeting Don Nuvem in a parking lot did nothing to dispel my cynicism, yet I felt obliged to accept his gift of a native brew. Within minutes I had my first out of body experience, and soared above the earth.

I never finished my degree, but now rain is my ally. I am a storm-rider.

My forecast was wrong.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Like war, weather is what you get

"Climate is what you expect…"
Brigan shouted over the machine-gun rattle of the hail, big enough to bruise and even break skin.

The air had been stiflingly hot when they had taken refuge in this shelter; the mules hadn't wanted to enter, until the first thunderclap. Now ice piles steamed white vapour, and cold air rose in the draughty room, a visible line between temperatures.

"Weather magic, do you think?"
Brigan considered briefly, shook his head.
"Just for us? No way. Weather's like politics - the simplest explanation's the best. It's just a storm, because the day was so hot."

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Closing Arguments


“This scientist claimed there would be no more droughts, floods, nor dangerous storms.

“He said Hurricane Gladys, then at Category Four, would provide an unchallenging test. He ordered his assistant to signal the satellites. The sky shimmered, the clouds lightened – momentarily. Then the skies erupted!

“He was locked out of his own system. Maurice Franklin’s machines had been hacked. Seven thousand died along the eastern coast of Florida, because he failed to apply any safeguards! He is as responsible for those deaths as the hackers!

“I ask for a finding of guilty, and a sentence of life in prison.”

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Ba Dum BOOM

The Weather’s finger flicked, and the howling whirlwind assailing the sickroom’s perimeter lessened. Two costumed figures struggled through the gale towards his bedside vigil.

“It’s done?”

“Multidimensional de-realitied Russia’s reactors,” shouted Nitroglodyte. “Unraveller destroyed Hoover Dam.”

“Mankind will stop poisoning this world. I’ll crack its foundations with ice. Rain will filter man-made toxins downwards – they’ll incinerate at Gaia’s purifying core. She’ll recover.” The Weather bent and kissed Gaia’s tumoured cheek.

~

“He’s mad,” said Biluminal later.

“But nearly omnipotent,” Nitroglodyte replied. “The world’s governments are holding emergency sessions.”

“Everybody talks about The Weather, but nobody does anything.”

Nitroglodyte groaned. “Really, Biluminal?”

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

The Wizard of OZ: the Lost Alternate Ending

"With but a wave of my magic wand, I can send you home."

"Toto, too?"

"Absolutely. Farewell." (ZING)

Clouds appeared. A Tornado's vortex hurtled Dorothy through Munchkin's homes. She ping-ponged around Emerald City, afterwards she slammed into the ground. Rain mixed with hail violently pelted Dorothy, followed by several lightning strikes. Charred and wet, she staggered to her feet, then snatched the wand. "Gimme THAT!!! I do it myself. Send me home." (ZING)

#

"Rome, Italy?" (ZING)

#

"Nome, Alaska?" (ZING)

#

"Arkansas? Umm...close enough." She did a double-take when she saw Tin Man, Scarecrow and Lion staring at her.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Solomon Blacke

The rings are proper fearsome tonight – Titan’s been playin’ merry heck with ‘em for weeks. A full-blown ringstorm, the coxswain reckons.

Still, we found her – the Reunion Star out of Enceladus. Eight souls, two of ‘em children. She’s struck ice an’ losing air – likely won’t last the hour.

We made a pass but micro debris forced us off. Coxswain asked us to go again an’ there weren’t even a murmur. After all, it could be us out there one day.

We go again in five. God be with us.

Recovered log fragment, RNLB Solomon Blacke, Lifeboat, Pan Station.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Mist

From the balcony of his penthouse apartment Stephen watched fog drift over the city. He felt like the captain of a sailing ship, adrift on a soft white sea. The muffled sound of traffic came from far below.

A sudden wind stirred his hair. The fog rumbled like boiling milk, overflowing the balcony, climbing up his legs, rising until it covered his face with a cool, blinding mask.

It withdrew slowly, slinking down until it was no more than ghostly wisps covering the street. Then it was gone, killed by blazing sunlight.

Stephen left his apartment, searching for his lover.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

It Was A Dark and Stormy Night...

It was a dark and stormy night, gusts of wind and rain rattled the windows panes. Flickering flames from the open fire cast grotesque, moving shadows across the ceiling, down the walls and into the dark corners.

Old Maude stared out the window, slowly rocking back and forth. Storms had always affected her.

At her feet, shivering from exquisite, fear-tinged excitement her grandchildren huddled together and cried, “Tell us that ghost story again!”

Maude, woken from her reverie, thought 'again?', but somehow couldn't stop herself beckoning them close and whispering “It was dark and stormy night, gusts of wind...

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

The coming home blues

“CAN’T YOU STOP SHOUTING”, she said.

Well what are bosses for, I thought, if not to make the right remark at the right time.
Because I really hadn’t realised that I was.
Myself, I hardly heard a word anyone said, and most of the time, I hardly cared.
Off world missions do that to folks.

And worse, my balance was shot.
I kept knocking people’s things off their desks and smashing them.
Like their family photos.

No wonder they were fed up with me. They could hardly understand.
They hadn’t spent a year living alone on the great red spot.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Left Behind

Now, bursts of rain.

They gave up on me. "Too slow", they said. The impatience.

Their greatest accomplishment, I was. An intelligent machine, the size of a city.

Now, hailstorms. That memory storage building is getting rounded off at the edges.

Sure, it was hard to communicate, them buzzing around, too quick, hard to focus. Some wrote me questions, but left before I could answer.

Then, a flood washed over us and all disappeared. Some bones remained, crumbling to dust.

Now, blazing sun.

Oh look, another year has passed. It only felt like a few minutes.