
Everyone was sure it was the end of the world as they knew it.
The storm began with a huge surge and hurricane winds. Lightning struck the church, taking the steeple and roof.
For days everyone hunkered in their houses waiting for the end.
When the storm subsided, they knew they still had to face the invasion fleet.
The sails of the mighty flagship appeared. And then another ship.
But that was it.
Where was the fleet? Why the white flags?
The seasick remnants of the invading army surrendered in the burnt-out church.
Life for the town was forever changed.
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word count = 100
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ Ted Strutz. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.
(The angle of the view made me a little seasick, so… ;) )
And how was it changed, I wonder? Better or worse? This could be the beginning of a great story :)
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Some would say for the better, some for the worse, but they all agree there is no going back to the way it was before… lol, I think that was the last sentence of the introduction before the story starts….
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Striking story, Trent. Well done.
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Thanks.
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Fabulous story, Trent. Goes to show you just never know what is over the horizon. :) KL <3
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Thanks, KL :)
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Plan for the worst, hope for the best, eh? :)
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Yep. And things look the darkest before the dawn, or at least before the end of the hurricane…
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Ah, the end of a hurricane! That is often better than the beginning of one … ;)
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Those storm clouds definitely had silver linings for the townspeople!
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No matter how dark, these clouds certainly did have their silver lining!
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The storm had a lot to answer for, good and bad but the burned-out church was a small price to pay.
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The burned down church was a small price to pay and, as someone else mentioned, rebuilding it gives the captured sailors something useful to do….
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Dear Trent,
The sea can be beautiful and peace-giving but it can also be a brutal enemy. Well described story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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The sea does have many moods. Thanks. Rochelle.
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Nice imagery! Love the story! :-)
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Thanks!
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Trent, this made me think of the Spanish Armada, which resulted in lots of “Black Irish” so-called for their dark hair and eyes from their Spanish ancestors :)
And thanks so much for tipping me off about the link problem. The story you first saw was, as you say, not a story, but rather part of a daily Thanksgiving exercise. I fixed the problem, so now the link takes you to the story I wrote yesterday.
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My first thought was of the seasick sailors dragging themselves into town, but as I wrote it, that bit of Elizabethan history came to mind.
You are welcome re: the link to your post. It sometimes happens, and glad to help :)
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There are echos of the Spanish Armada attempted invasion of England in 1588 in your story, where the weather played an important factor.
I wonder, did the sailors stay to live there lives out in the place – an invasion of sorts.
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As I was writing this I remembered the Spanish Armada, though I started with just the idea of seasick sailors. I would guess that at least of these guys would stay, just as some of the Spanish washed up on foreign shores ended up staying.
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I feel a little woozy, lol. Gotta love nature.
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The angle on the photo made me a little woozy, which is where the story came from… yep, gotta love, and respect, nature.
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Put the sailors to work repairing the church, interesting story
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That is an excellent idea – everyone would come out ahead.
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Seasick stories could become a new thing. :)
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With today’s FF photo, yep, a lot of seasick stories!
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Lucky for the town, the shipmates suffered through the storm! Well done!
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Sometimes those curses turn into blessings… Thanks!
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Truth!
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Almost like the “invasion” of the Spanish Armada in Elizabethan England.
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I had the idea of seasick sailors surrendering first because of the photo, but as I wrote this, that bit of history did come to mind.
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Amazing the story and what it implies with just 100 words. Great job! 🤩
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Thanks, Diana!
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I’ve been pretty bad in my reading, but it looks like you have been in a major blog slowdown, so I guess I didn’t miss as much as I thought…
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Yes, I’m trying to keep up reading and then realized I can’t read everything and it doesn’t matter if I read blogs days later, so I catch up when I can. 😀
And with my blog slow down, I’ve been struggling a little bit with why do I blog? Funny, I get so much out of sharing and writing and then I put so much pressure on myself to write, I’m trying to find that happy medium!! 🤔 I’m also trying to not overthink things as I sometimes do!! Haha, sorry for the long response as I’ve thought a lot about my blogging lately! 🤩
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No problem with the long response – it sounds very familiar ;)
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Nice war story, well done, Trent.
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Thanks. Sometimes it is nice to have nature on your side…
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it’s always nice to have nature as a friend I think.
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Yes, agreed.
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