Sure Doom



I watched from the edge of the woods, carefully concealed from prying eye.  A fuzzy streak was visible in the sky, a symbol of doom.

And then I saw it.

The mechanized, three-legged creature was alone in the clearing.  As I drew closer, I decided it must be a robot, with a strange, one-eyed computer head.


I picked up a rock to destroy the alien.  I was about to knock it down when a giant approached.

“What a beautiful night,” the giant said.  “I’m sure I can get some great photos of the comet.  Careful son, that camera’s expensive.”

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Word count = 100

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43 thoughts on “Sure Doom

  1. Marilyn Armstrong

    That more or less happened to me. In Israel. There I was. Dawn rising. Camera in place, trying to catch the rays on the golden Dome of the Rock. Cops pull up. Damn! they’re gonna make me move.

    No, they set up their OWN camera. Picture time!

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Thanks. i do hope that kids are still allowed to have imaginations beyond what has been prepackaged for them. I know people have always said that about TV, but screen time is even higher now than it was when it was only TV.

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  2. Dale

    That was a fun read. I was kinda hoping the little one looking up at the giants was some wood sprite. But a child’s imagination makes everything so much more exciting!

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Actually, that is just what I was thinking when I came up with the title. I wanted to mislead a little, but also, it would be sure doom if the boy broke his dad’s camera.



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