Microfiction #writephoto: Starting over

This is for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt

empty

Fifty years after the end of the conflict, the wasteland showed only the barest trace of green. The bodies were gone, bleached bones covered in dry, shifting earth. No vegetation anchored it, and winds blew the earth from drift to drift. Here and there, desert animals were returning: rodents and in their wake, small predators and raptors.

The earth licked its wounds, letting the toxins leach away and the scars close over. On the hillock, a gun carriage rotted into the earth, the only evidence of man in the landscape that stretched from horizon to horizon, a dried-up lake, a range of hills, and a dense mist where the ocean lay. Or had done once.

The two emissaries took a last look at the emptiness before turning back to their shuttle. They had arrived too late to make contact.

“Perhaps it is just as well,” one said.

“Now it can all start again. But this time, we will take charge.”

They walked carefully around the vessel, sweeping the earth clear. One of them bent, and with long, slender fingers, scooped up a nest of mice and placed it clear of the blast from the reactors. Satisfied that all was well, the two took up their places in the capsule and returned to their mother ship.

The sun sank to the horizon. A mouse carried her babies into the tunnel-dark safety of a new nest. A fox slunk out from beneath the gun carriage and sniffed the air. Puzzled, she raised her muzzle and tasted the strange scent of well-being. She trotted without fear in the direction of a small watercourse. Something said the cubs would eat well tonight.

Microfiction: A silly mistake

Microfiction, exactly 100 words, for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. The prompt is the photo below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

yellow-bug-shaktiki

Samira wandered downstairs, thinking about nothing in particular, her hand sliding idly along the cool smoothness of the wrought iron handrail. She stopped just before the last step, her eye caught by a dash of colour on the rail.

*

Bright emerald eyes looked at one another in disbelief as the monster loomed on the screen and a frantic twittering came over the micro from the landing party.

“Beam us up for pity’s sake! I think we got the wrong planet!”

*

Samira pulled a face and slammed her palm down on the ugly insect.

*

In the ship, the micro went dead.

Cover reveal: Evolution by Kate Wrath

If you’ve read E, the first book in Kate Wrath’s dystopian series, you’ll have been hoping she wasn’t going to keep us all waiting too long for the next installment. Well, it’s almost ready and here’s the proof.
I have to add that Kate sent me this post all ready to go, with all the links and the flashing lights and stuff. I salute her—that is some technical achievement 🙂
Best of luck with the preorders, Kate, and congratulations on your techy and business iniitiative!

Cover Reveal

Cover of Kate Wrath's Evolution

Outpost Three is still standing… barely. But the deadliest threat it has ever faced is on its way– a violent force that will annihilate every man, woman, and child.

With the Sentries under his control and Grey’s army defeated, Matt is more powerful than ever. Eden is little more than his prisoner, but that line is blurring as her affection for him grows. Now, as the Outpost faces total destruction, Matt must sacrifice the possibility of attaining Eden’s love in the vague hope that her past might hold the key to saving them all.

Eden’s journey will begin to unravel the mysteries of her previous life, reveal dangerous new questions, and change not only the future of Outpost Three, but shape the course of history.

This eagerly anticipated sequel to Kate Wrath’s E begins an epic quest into the dark, dystopian landscape of Eden’s world.

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