The light

Turner opened his eyes, sat slowly upright and looked around.  He was in a long corridor, a bright light shining from a door at one end.

In response to Sue Vincent’s Writephoto Challenge.  I misread or got confused or perhaps did not pay attention and thought it was 99 words only.  Oh well, I’ll stick with it anyway.


Turner opened his eyes, sat slowly upright and looked around.  He was in a long corridor, a bright light shining from a door at one end.

“Where am I?” he wondered getting to his feet feeling inexplicably compelled to walk towards the light.  He could hear singing.

Slowly he walked, reaching the door, and without knocking pushed it open revealing a tall bearded man in a long white robe.

“What the hell get out of my flat” The man shouted wildly pushing him out.  “Dorris you forgot to close the bloody door again” Turner heard him shout, shuffling away.


 

Flow

Salamar raised his hands to the sky, his eyes closed, mouthing incantations in a language long forgotten

In response to Sue Vincent’s Writephoto Challenge.  I will admit, I loved the photo but found this piece so hard to write.  I know where I wanted to go but I just could not really make it work in a way that I was satisfied with.  I don’t like binning stuff though, and may revisit it but I got it done in spite of myself.


 

Salamar raised his hands to the sky, his eyes closed, mouthing incantations in a language long forgotten.  Icy water swirled around his feet, the current pulling and tugging at his robes with silvery fingers.  The great waterfall boomed and thundered with echoes of the voices of the ancients now returned to the embrace of the earth as storm clouds began to gather, blotting out the sun..

He lowered his hands slowly and dropping a handful of lilies into the swirling waters he called upon the great water spirit to be revealed.  Long forgotten by all but the oldest of the stewards, and only summoned in the darkest of times, he spoke its many names and compelled it to be revealed.

The earth heaved and rumbled, the waters churning as Salamar continued his chant.  Foam horses reared atop the growing waves and the sky darkened and heavy rain began to fall.  Louder he chanted and the roar of the waterfall began to echo his call.  Man and water in unison, the noise built to a crescendo until, in a single moment, everything stopped.

The waterfall ceased to thunder, the rain stopped and Salamar stood still as the surging waters released their grip on him.  Slowly before his eyes the water gave way to the ancient creature, it’s body emerging from the dark waters as the storm clouds parted, shards of light causing the rippled waters to sparkle.

It raised itself from the water, the body of a snake and the head of a lion, but wholly covered with the most verdant lichen, moss and meadow grasses.

It slithered through the water across to Salamar, dark eyes fixed on him and small wildflowers bursting into life from its grassy mane as it swam, and stopped in the waters in front of him.

“Who summons me” came a voice like the rolling thunder as the waterfall again began to pound the rocks below, “who wakes me from my slumber?”

Salamar bowed his head in submission.  “Great Spirit, we call upon you in our time of need “ he said “The Darkness has once more returned as foretold.”

The spirit said nothing for what felt like forever.  “So it is time” it said calmly, it’s eyes fixed on Salamar. “The final days have come…”


Just don’t think its my thing.  I think this is though…

A generous portion of life – #Writephoto Challenge

For a while he lay there looking up at the light.  “It really is quite pretty” he thought, “I should get one like that for the hall at home.”

I’m cheating a tad on this and using it for 2 prompts.  I had the idea from Michelle’s writing prompt which I have decided to use to write about robots and such,  but it never really worked until I saw Sue’s photo prompt.
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The first thought that went through Terence’s mind as he opened his eyes was “What a lovely light,  it almost feels like I’m underwater.”  This thought was soon followed by a second which considered why the devil he might be lying on the floor and a third one hot on the heels of the second which pondered where exactly he might be.

He attempted to move but nothing happened.  His eyes seemed to be working just fine but beyond that nothing else did what it was meant to. Not one thing.

“Well this is just no good” he said to himself, “this simply will not do at all.”

He strained again but still nothing.

For a while he lay there looking up at the light.  “It really is quite pretty” he thought, “I should get one like that for the hall at home.”

In an instant something about the word home triggered an explosion of memories and emotions inside of him.  He was suddenly overwhelmed by a lifetime of experiences flashing before his eyes, and it all started with her.  She was present in almost every thought and every memory.  She seemed to have been there from the very beginning but for some reason he could not recall her name.  He could feel her touch and he could hear her voice , and she was all at once a stranger and so very familiar.

There were children too, and grand children.  Birthdays, holidays, Christmas and so so much love and laughter.  There was a little house by the sea, and a dog that always barked when the gate creaked.  Memory after memory washed over him as he lay there looking at the ceiling, and as they flashed by she became older, yet no less beautiful.

In between the laughter there were tears, and the cold darkness of solitude and yet always the laughter and the love would return and each time he would see her smiling face.  A great sadness overcame him as he saw her laid to rest, her coffin laid into the ground on a cold grey day.  Terence lay quite still and enjoyed the intensity of each moment until, at last, he remembered how he got here, where he was and why he was looking at the ceiling.

And then there was nothing.

The Engineer crouched over Terence and ran a scanner across his forehead.  He spoke into a small receiver embedded in his grey coverall collar.

“Base 9, this is Henderson, I have found the synth and can confirm that shut down has completed.”

“And what is his Status?” came a response.

Henderson double checked the dial.  “I can confirm that the unit has reached end of life cycle and his memories have successfully downloaded to central.”

“Good work Henderson” came the response, “We will format the content and pass it onto the family, seems the owner’s kids were pretty fond of the unit and have asked for the memories.”

“Copy that.”

 


Something else perhaps?

Illusionary Dreams: Writing prompt 13/9/2017

The end of times

I tried to say goodbye.

 

 

 

 

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