Time for another
Indiscriminate is the word prompt for this, the first week of April, 2016.
First order of business:
- 1000 words max
- fictional tale (or true if you really want)
- PG (no more than PG-13) Content – let’s keep this family friendly!
- Your story must contain the word(s) from the theme and/or be centered around the theme in a way that shows it is clearly related
- Go for the entertainment value!
- State the Genre of your story at the top of your post.
- Post your story on Tuesday, by 11:59 PM PST
- Use the hashtag #BlogBattle when tweeting your story, put a link back to your #BlogBattle Short Story in the comments section of this page, and/or include a link to this page in your own blog post (it creates a “ping-back” which will alert me and our friends to your #BlogBattle post)
- Have fun!
So, I am really trying to get with it. I’m still so far off base, I am having trouble organizing all I need to do. Of course, now that warm weather is catching the tail of the rainy season, grass is growing at a near exponential rate…
Not really, but it seems so at times. So I’m having to work mowing (which is horrible to my physical damages) into at least a day every week. Then at least a day for recovery. Serious.
This week, I think I’m going another new direction. I shall, once again, ask you all to be the judges. Ready?
By John T. M. Herres © 2016
Sand everywhere. In every direction. Endless.
How can anyone possibly come see me, when the only way is through a desolate wasteland?
I have gotten a couple of visitors over the years. They only seem interested in the cool water standing in my oases.
They always dip a finger in and place a drop on their tongues, testing the quality. Then they make cups of both their hands and gulp repeatedly.
I graciously allowed them to. I also let them to rest before continuing the journey through my desert.
This is my own little corner of the world. My only corner. How I ended up having this domain, I cannot recall. All I know is that I can do what I will with it. Within limits, of course.
So I decided on the little patches of paradise in the midst of the bleak landscape.
I had a bit of difficulty finding just the right spots where the cold water ran high enough to be able to make them. It flows too far down to be able to surface in a lot of places, for when I tried, I only made quicksand.
Those are some of the mistakes I made. Once the spring had been tapped, they spread to their limits. The moisture didn’t quite make it to the top, so looked like more sand.
When an animal or man walks there, however, it lets them get far enough in so they cannot reach firm ground. Then the body begins to sink. Slowly, unless they struggle. Which they always seem to do.
How many people have been swallowed by those mistakes? I’ve lost count, if indeed I ever began one. The desert is still indiscriminate when victims happen upon the quagmires. Intransigent when I tried to return it to its original state.
As I inspected the tundra, something caught my eyes. I dismissed it at first. Even I know about a mirage. But it persisted.
I had to try to reach it, gliding above the sands. I feel I must find it at all costs. Everything may depend on it.
As I draw nearer, the form begins to solidify. Still too small to give confirmation as to who or what it really is.
The figure is larger now. Behind it, a line of trees has become visible, the dark green canopies towering over the brown trunks growing so close together that no light penetrates.
Still so distant that I can only see a silhouette. I continue on, not knowing what compelled me.
Too late, I see it is her, but somehow… wrong. I cannot explain. In form, it is she. In essence, though, it feels sinister. Some thing has taken possession of her.
I forge on, slower now, more wary. I must see her. I must save her, if I can.
I halt before her. She has not moved. Standing there with her head tilted forward, almost glaring from under her soft brow, which has hardened.
Her hair stands out in disarray, caked with debris, no longer shiny and smooth from near constant grooming. She always had beautiful, brown hair, but this form held none of her regalia.
The grin felt more grim than happy. Her attire, usually so stylish, had a roughness unbecoming of what I knew of her.
We had never actually met, but I have seen her. Have known her. I cannot explain.
“I knew you’d come for her!” The voice, almost as familiar as the girl’s appearance. But not hers, though her lips moved.
“Who are you?” I asked, trying to keep any trembling from coming through.
“Do you not remember?” Her fists bunched at her sides. “They threw me out to give you domain here.”
I thought hard, trying to remember the Before. I had been this desert for so long, I don’t remember to the start of it.
“You don’t even remember, do you?” Her now gravelly voice relays the same surprise as her raised brow and wide eyes. “It’s all I’ve thought of for a millennia, and you can’t even bring it to mind.”
Her hands begin to glow. Slight at first, but brightening as hatred hardened her soft, green eyes. They began looking more like granite.
“Give my domain back, or you will both face the consequences.” The voice coming from her stayed soft and carried the edge of a battle axe. “I can waylay you into submission, just so you can watch me dispatch her before your eyes. I’ll send you to purgatory knowing her death is at your hands.”
“She knows whose hand is threatening her with death, and knows it is not mine.” I wanted so much to do battle with this force, to champion her. That, however, would end her, which would also be the death of me.
Her body withered to the ground. A shadow abandoned her being, and she came cognizant in an instant. Fear shone in her features, and when she saw me, she bolted behind me for protection.
I felt emboldened. I held my resolve, though, and gave the only offer which would stay the resultant devastation.
“You want the wastes?” I twirled my finger towards the ground, causing a small dervish.
The form had congealed, and the red eyes began widening. “What, what are you doing?”
It began a slight retreat. I kept its step, my digit calling forth more grains, all forming a perfect cone. I glanced at the form, then the dust devil I continued to call forth. I could gather the entirety of my domain here, if I chose.
Glancing back, I tell it, “I’m giving you what you want.” I flexed all my fingers upwards at a curve, like I held a large stone. The wild, twisting sands halted and compacted into a sphere.
Looking at the invader, I said, “Did you not say you wanted your domain back?” I fling my hand towards the being. The sand ball shot forth. The stranger flinches back, covering its face with an arm.
The huge ball swallowed the shadowy form and hardened even more.
I make a fist and the granules pound inwards, compressing together with ever more intensity. It then begins melting as it continues to coalesce into itself.
When I drop my hand, there sat on the ground a massive glass ball with a frozen shadowy figure in the middle, cowering in fear.