The Fall From Grace

we had a dream
but the king is dead
so what does this mean
for the times we have bled

upon a time
our story was clear
but now our future
is harder to hear

where do we look
for the things unseen
do we search for the good
or settle for the mean

do we press the question
or go with the flow
take what comes
and never know

if all we had hoped for
would end in our Devastation

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100 word story: Snap!

Two Successful Tycoons swirl vintage brandy in balloon glasses.

“So how was your year?”

“Exceptional, as always! Acme Acquisitions bought low and sold high like there was no tomorrow. You?”

“Oh, Apex Accumulations had more turnover than a pig in clover. All our takeovers turned into bigtime downsizings, with casual labour replacing trained workforces like they were going out of fashion. The art is knowing when to sell a company before things go tits up!”

“Yeah, cool … er, fancy buying us out?”

A fine spray of brandy spluttered into the room.

“Gnnghh … just what I was about to ask you!”

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100 word story: Ultimatum

Memo to All Staff

Subject: Unwanted Press Exposure

In view of recent information leaks, there will be no more information. We have closed all programs of scientific inquiry to facilitate complete data shutdown. Hard facts will be replaced by comforting fictions and official announcements will henceforth consist of meaningless banalities. Total public ignorance is essential to the smooth running of our operation. Open debate will be replaced by light music. We have genetically modified the tree of knowledge to be fruitless. Everything will be the opposite of what it appears to be. This message will automatically self destruct in 10 seconds …

 

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100 word story: Plan B

37 days to your Osprey Evisceration

… or so his Smartphone tells him. Dumbphone. No use to him now – not since the Infinite virus hit – just churning out data that is ever more random, pointless, irrelevant.

He hurls it over the balcony and watches it cartwheel down to bounce off a shattered television, clip a ruined microwave, rest on a dead laptop. Discarded machines ring the apartment block like a sediment of crazed fossils.

The city is silent and still … save for rising columns of smoke, like signals from an ancient past now become endless future.

He wonders who lives next door.

 

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100 word story – The Eyes Have It

So typical of her lovely Toby to make himself scarce while she entertained Tony! How many men would be trusting enough to leave their girlfriend alone with an old flame, especially when they knew the fire still flickered?

Gazing into Tony’s soft brown eyes, she clung to her image of Toby trudging bravely along the dark canal on a dank afternoon. How horribly easy to imagine him disappearing into the freezing mist …

‘Oh no,’ she said.

‘But weren’t you just a little bit Tempted?’

She gazed into his frank blue eyes, their lashes still wet. Trust deserved honesty.

‘Oh yes.’

 

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100 word story – Role Swap

A man of his times, Zebadiah Crossing was surrounded by women who had a way of smiling sweetly and deferring to their menfolk. But something drew him to the spirited Nora Double who liked to go her own sweet way, no shrinking violet.

She would only accept his marriage proposal on condition she kept her maiden name. Hyphenation was the obvious compromise although he put his foot down to insist his surname precede hers on grounds of gender and alphabetical precedence. Being illiterate, however, Zebadiah commanded Nora to go register their joint title.

It was the first of many reversals.

 

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100 word story – Forgiven

Gone?”

April nodded.

“But not forgotten?”

Trust him to come up with a cliché at a time like this! She watched the soles of her mother’s feet turn purple, as the nurses told her they would. Everything was correct.

Mum had cared about propriety until the last. “Is this normal?” she’d asked when her words began to flutter like released butterflies. “I’m glad. Where are my black nurses?”

They’d worked out what she meant. Mum wanted the ward orderlies who cleaned her room.

The ones who talked to her. They’d come in smiling. Now April smiled at her brother.

“Never!”

 

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