November / December 100 Word Anonymous Challenge

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Voices of a past war.

I stand looking across the empty plains. To think many millennia ago one of the most famous battles raged. Mortals and immortals fought side by side against each other. Names of many heroes, outlived and immortalised. Gods looking for sacrifices to rub their egos.

The war lasted for a decade, many lives lost. In the trickery won against all odds.

Today as I stand here listening to the voices of many ghosts.

And the defeated city of Troy lay in ruins.

 

[elvet]

Waterfall​

The last of gods left. She had been a water nymph, here where the glaciers died, dedicated to her spring, never joining the wars and worship, her sole importance being the final. She couldn't die, being immortal, but faded, finally surrendering the world to mortals.

Occasionally, down the millennia, she had copulated with passing mortals - eternity stretches a long way, even if one is eternal oneself - but there hadn't been that many of them and she hadn't born any Achilles, to remember in legend.

Rocky stream silences, pipe carries off her benison to waiting village, the wonder safely disciplined.

 

[elvet]

Go forth and multiply​

"Nice touch that 'knowledge of good and evil'. " The Seraph extinguished its sword - inconvenient to carry flaming - and furled multiple wings, looking far less humanoid than future illustrations would depict.
"Oh, a psychedelic fungus growing on its skin. It's fermenting, too, adding alcohol to the mix. Try some?"
*I don't think so. Planetgrown.
"They'll make a mess of things. Now harmless, a couple of eons, pollution, pestilence, war and torture - never fails."
" How many creations does that make?"
"'Bout seventeen; never was much for counting."
"Better start preparing for the next - me bad cop this time, or toss for it?"

 

[elvet]

Problems at The Mechanical Men Corporation

“Problem in’t stores.”

“What kind of problem?”

“Parts gone missin’.”

“What kind of parts?”

“Mechanical Men parts. Lots of ‘em.”

“Stolen?”

“Maybe. We’re investigatin’. Ain’t easy though.”

“Why not?”

“Stores is manned by Mechanical Men. They’re sayin’ nowt.”

“I’ll question them. How many are there?”

“That’s second problem. Accordin’ to Records there should be fifteen. We’ve got eighteen.”

“Seriously? I’d better get security involved.”

“Third problem. They’re Mechanical Men as well. Should be eleven of ‘em. Just counted thirteen.”

“I’ll contact the police.”

“Fourth problem. Remember that big order for sixty Mechanical Men we delivered two months ago…”

 

[elvet]

Today's World... Tomorrow

"Hey, I've just found this book which contains predictions of the future by some science fiction writers of the 20th century.
Here's one. Apparently we'd still be using combustion engines, even though atomic energy had been harnessed."

"What? So no flying cars?"

"Nope. And they reckoned people would still be walking everywhere. No personal jet-packs!"

"What about hoverboards?"

"Still got wheels."

"Crazy. I'll bet they predicted the Mars colonies?"

"No. Not even moonbases. And, get this, they thought there'd still be separate nations! No single government running the whole planet."

"Boy, those early writers sure had strange ideas!

 

[elvet]

So Close​

Painstaking research had led Mavis Rudge to the conclusion that the original site of the Garden of Eden lay at 44 Markwick Terrace.

This was convenient as it was just across the street from her, and she watched the comings and goings with great interest, certain she would be blessed with further insights.

What particularly excited her was the possibility of seeing the etheric impressions left behind by Adam and Eve and, of course, the Snake. (I forgot to mention that Mavis was psychic.)

Sadly, further revelations proved off limits. An Angel with a Flaming Sword made that abundantly clear.

 

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