It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. I’d like to thank Rochelle for her dedication and Danny Bowman for this week’s stunning photo.
My contribution follows. As always, you are welcome to participate.Find more stories from the Fictioneers HERE.
Genre: Sci-Fi (100 words)
A hovering shadow collects hordes of people in one sweep. Darkness.
Before a grassy mountain. Clyde wakes in nothing but a black robe; others wake at the same time. Before they can speak to each other, their eardrums ring with a cacophony of high-pitched screeching. A carpet of insects rush at them and reptilian coils push up from beneath them. They collapse once the ringing stops.
Clyde wakes repeatedly to the same cycle, each time with less bodies.
When he wakes at the foot of the mountain , a beam of light strikes his eyes. A slight figure approaches and announces, “Welcome.”