
It had been a while since I had been downtown. I now remember why.
Everyone had a smile. Phil said, “Lovely weather!”, ignoring the dark grey sky.
Alice, who hadn’t budged from her ledge, waved at Bob. He was headed to the library that no longer existed.
It was as if everyone and everything was frozen at the exact moment the Others came. They all went about their pointless existence, marking time as one by one they are taken away.
I went back to my protected hole in the wasteland.
I might have nothing, but at least I am alive.
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word count = 100
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!
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lol, yeah, a bit of a nasty dystopia here…
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😱 😉
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Oh, this would be like the same thing all over again. I’d go back to my protected hole, too.
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They are still stuck on that day that the Earth Stood Still, and I wasn’t even thinking “Ground Hog Day” when I wrote it… Yes, anything would be better than that sad purgatory the people down town found themselves in.
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Alive for now, but for how much longer?
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Maybe not much longer, but he prefers to be somewhat aware, even if time is short.
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This has such an eerie atmosphere about it :)
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Thanks
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Ever so spooky!
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Thanks!
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Or are you? … ;) Who’s to say that your existence and perceptions aren’t just another part of the simulation? … ;)
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Hmmm… Maybe you are right. Or maybe I’m just “free range” instead of industrial farmed.
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“Free range” is always better than “industrial farmed” … :D
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Yep…
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:D
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Count your blessings!
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Yep, no matter how limited they are, it is possible to see how it can be worse.
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No library, drat
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I want as dark of a dystopia as I could find, and, well, darn it, I can’t think of much worse than the library being the first casualty…
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In such circumstances, the musical phrase, “every for of refuge has its price” comes to mind. Such as “hole in the wasteland.”
Funny, I’m really curious about the library. Well done, Trent.
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There are always sacrifices, though the library was a heavy price to pay… Thanks!
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Such a frightening dystopia you’ve created. He’s brave for venturing into town!
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He is brave for venturing in, but don’t expect it to happen again. Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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That’s really chilling Trent ! 💜
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Thanks, Willow!
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It made me think!
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Ah, success :) That is what fiction is supposed to do. Thanks!
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Ooooo! I like this Trent!
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Dear Trent,
I wonder how long that will last? Ominous and original take on the prompt.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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