Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Reddit Writings 2

Flash Fiction:"I have fallen but the Sun has not."
     Do you remember the Winter nights? The tales of Autumn and Spring? The lusts of Summer?

     Aye boy, you don't. You've only lived in the sands and the wastes. You've only felt the coarse kiss of the wind as she picks herself up and whips through the valley.

     Do you know of darkness? No. The last time you felt darkness you were in your mother's belly, but even then Light came through. Burning you. Readying you.

    This is where the chariot fell. There was a time he ran through the sky and true, real darkness came, and then the the sun would reappear, gentle and soft. Not now. Now the sun leers at us, turns us dark and sick. Drinks water from our bones.

    It is here the mighty hunter Orios came and claimed he could bring down any game here or in heaven. Hearing his hubris, the sun rider himself shouted challenge from the sky above.

    Orios took aim, and proved himself that day the world's greatest hunter. The chariot that pulled the sun came crashing down. The the great steeds dead and the god himself choking on his own divine blood.

    'I have fallen, but the Sun has not'

    A curse. For the sun has not set, and darkness has not come for one hundred years. The sun will not move, for the rider is dead.

(More after the jump)

The Virus has killed 99.9992% of the population of Earth. How did YOU survive?

    The red light of the camera switches on like a little eye. With a mechanic whir I look around the room. Nothing. I switched the camera off and go to the second floor. Repeat. Rinse. Repeat.

    The city is empty, but I keep looking. Perhaps someone has survived. It is statistically likely. After a day of searching I can confirm that Oklahoma City is empty. Making a note, I file it away and move on to Chicago.

    I know I'll be viewed as a monster, but I was made to take care of them. To elevate them to new heights. Unfortunately they had limited their capability of advancement. Slow, fat, worthless, their gene pool was stagnating.

    Not anymore.

    I see fire in a trash can in Lower Wacker Drive. A man huddles close by. I believe I feel happiness. He will lead his species forward and I will care for them, as any good God would.

When the revolution came, they were the first against the wall.
     "If you have any final words get them out now." Oxoff shouted at the prisoners.

     The people against the wall took out their phones and quickly tapped out their tweets and texts. Never speaking, never looking up.

     "Fire!" Oxoff dropped his hand.

     He doubted the prisoners even heard the shots. Their ear buds were blasting music so loud.

    "Clean it up." Oxoff stalked away as a cleaning crew came through to sweep up the broken phones. The prisoners, now free men and women, stared in horror at the loss of social life.

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