Well, darlings, I was sorely tempted to craft a tale involving such familiar phrases as “Save the Clock Tower” and “Eighty-Eight Miles Per Hour!!!!” featuring a famous DeLorian (and no, not one of the hundreds impounded by the DEA and relieved of their excess baggage)
Instead, for some reason, I got a couple of other things stuck in my head — first, this song by an old seventies band called Klaatu (named after the alien from The Day The Earth Stood Still) from Canada — you may (or may not) remember The Carpenters did a cover of this song before poor Karen started wasting away.
Then, for some reason, this image evoked madness for me — not lunacy, but the madness of the fanatic, of the religious zealot… and so I quickly jotted down my thoughts and then re-organized them into exactly 100 words. Then I learned that this photo is from South Korea, home of the Moonies, and this seemed all the more fitting.
Genre: Humour? Tragedy? Humourous Tragedy? Tragic Comedy? Sci-Fi Sexploitation? (Well, I suppose an argument could be made…)
David sat cross-legged atop the beacon, his favourite bride by his side. A true believer – the first of many – she could barely contain her excitement. The Day of Ascension at last. The Jacob’s Ladder Church would ascend with the angels into their spaceship at exactly 3:47 EST. On the ground below, a choir sang Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft in beautiful harmonies to herald the return of their extra-terrestrial saviours.
David was prepared. He’d eaten a fistful of magic mushrooms before he’d climbed the ladder.
“Ah, good,” he mused, watching others begin the ascension, “here comes Carol with the Kool-Aid.”
This is Friday Fictioneers on a Wednesday — each Wednesday, the lovely and dedicated Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a photo sent in from outer space and challenges anyone and everyone (yeah, I’m talking to YOU, Stephen King — first, why aren’t you returning my calls, and second, why haven’t you contributed to Friday Fictioneers yet? Huh? You scared?) to write 100 words inspired by the photo. You can read all about it here, and you can either read and comment or else try your hand at 100 words — what have you got to lose?
I have a habit of providing feedback and sharing my favourites (I’ve started a 12 step program, darlings, but so far, I’m still offering praise and critiques — I think it may be incurable) below, so check back from time to time to see who your favourite dilettante favours this week.
Finally started reading!
Janet over at This That And The Other Thing wrote a poem called Shattered that was sad. Very sad. And beautiful.
Jen over at elmowrites wrote “Looking Up, Looking Down” –– a powerful observation on duty.
Dawn surprised me with an ironic tale of protest: Protesting for her Future
J.K. Bradley may have penned my new favourite story ever with his homage to Ray Bradbury “Carnival of Screams” – the only thing missing was a Fahrenheit 451 reference!
jwdwrites channeled the ghost of Shirley Jackson for this Winning Ticket