I stumbled out onto the street, still a bit blurry.
The sky was filled with glowing saucers. Invasion?
Not saucers, halos. Perhaps the dead have had their reward.
My eyes focus and I see the wires and the earthly electricity.
People pass like ghosts in the night, a trickle of humanity.
I walk into that stream, amongst those living ghosts.
The street is immaculately clean. Why had I wished for some random trash or rubbish piles?
The explosion had taken them unawares. They tell me she died instantly.
A little farther down infinity glows from the walls above a shop.
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Word count = 100
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I think if there are no remnants of an explosion he’s passed on as the other walkers have. That scene would definitely be creepy. Good writing, Trent. —- Suzanne
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Thanks, Suzanne.
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Alas in the end there are only walking dead… maybe it’s better to be dead for real
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Sometimes, to some people, it does feel like it would be better off dead for real.
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Telling him, “she died quickly” doesn’t comfort him, understandably. You captured well the coming to terms with a tragic death. Feeling apart and isolated, the world around him is blurry and alien. Brilliant writing!
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Thanks, Brenda! From a few comments I wasn’t sure if I got the point across, but you hit it spot on.
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Another explosion another life lost, when will all this end?
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Every time I turn on the news there is another one… I wish it would end soon!
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I read your comment and interpretation of the picture prompt. Loved the story. Very grim and powerfully written Trent.
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Thanks, Neel.
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The only thing that would feel normal would be rubbish in the street.
This was a grim piece, well written.
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Sometimes you need to see that bit of everyday reality… Thanks Dale.
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I liked how the familiar rubbish and trash would be a sign that everything was normal. Instead we have clean silence.
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Thanks. It’s funny, you are the second one that picked up on the rubbish line.
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I missed that, sorry – trash my words.
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Actually it is good, it lets me know that the choice of words were right, so I will not, uhm “trash” your words…
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A very unique take on the photo I like it.
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Thanks, Charlotte.
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Very grim. I can sense his isolation and shock.
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Thanks. Yes, that is what I was trying to portray.
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Curious. What’s the mystery of the walls above the shop.
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When I first saw the photo, the infinity sign above one of the shops jumped out at me. It was the first thing I saw, even before the glowing “halos”. So this person is devastated by the death of a loved one and he interprets everything he sees as a symbol of death and the afterlife. The last thing he sees in the story is that infinity sign, which was the first thing I saw, so death/afterlife = infinity.
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Good one, both title and content!
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Thanks. yeah, I stole the title, but the meaning is a bit different….
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Cool photo!
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Yeah, the photo provided by Rochelle is pretty cool.
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Interesting interpretation here!
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Thanks. I hope me interpretation came across – reading the comments i know one or two missed it – after suffering a tragedy he sees the world as a cold and foreign place, not able to focus on what is really around him.
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A powerful story. Trash and rubbish indicate that life abounds. I thought that little part was truly brilliant.
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Thanks. That is it – he feels isolated from humanity, so that sign of life would be comforting in some strange way.
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That is a very moving and somewhat scary story this week, Trent. Great Job. 28 hours now to move! YAH!
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Thanks.
Not that you are counting the hours to the move ;)
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Great piece, almost poetry. Hard to pick a favourite part, but maybe the third line?
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Thanks.
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This is a great piece, Trent.
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Thanks, Robbie.
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Powerful piece, Trent.
Sadly, all too often, not fiction.
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Thanks. Yes, too many people have experience it.
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Whoa, Trent! That one shook me, in more way than one!
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Thanks, Na’ama!
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:)
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I feel like there could be more to this tale. Great set up.
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Thanks. This is one that could easily continue.
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Dear Trent,
Catchy title. ;) UFO’s, Halos and walking dead. You’ve got your bases covered. Imaginative.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I have all of my bases cover, but I may have been too subtle for my own good ;) UFOs – well, they were “halos” seen through blurry eyes. Halos – well, not really, they are attached to wires and lit by electricity. Walking dead – that’s sometimes how strangers at night seem when you yourself feel more dead than alive. Movie references aside, the Earth stood still because the MC’s loved one died in an explosion, be it an industrial accident or a terrorist attack. Still not seeing the world right as he slowly adjusts to the fact.
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Well that turned drastic. I liked the way you prefigured it with the speculation about invasion and the dead
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Thanks
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