Origins – Friday Fictioneers

Origins 

The Saltbacks rarely left Deep Trench, unable to risk the mud on their skins or the bright light in their eyes. Their helmets depressurized the air, and they fell onto the land dazed and trembling.

Rumors flourished that the MudBorne, indigenous to the land, lived as savages in the toxins and ate visiting Saltbacks.

Days passed, and the Saltbacks saw no life. When their clothes became muddied, they disrobed. Craving the thinness of the air, they shielded their skin with mud and walked into the forest.

And so, a new generation was born. They called themselves the MudSalts.

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I want to say thanks for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her dedication and time, and to B.W. Beacham for the photo.

I’m not sure what inspired my story this week. Feel free to laugh with me or at me, or you can laugh at my story, too. Isn’t it so remarkable that 95% of the underwater world remains unexplored? Stop to think about that one.

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Genre: Sci-Fi/Humor (98 words)

Copyright – B.W. Beacham

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Citizenship – Friday Fictioneers – 03/07/14

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)

Copyright – Danny Bowman

Citizenship

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.”

Just One – Friday Fictioneers – 09/27/13

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for being such a gracious host. Thanks to Rich Voza for the intriguing picture. It’s a goody and a challenge.

I decided to go the sci-fi route, it’s so tempting. I can’t wait to see what people came up with this week. Click here for more wonderful stories from the Fictioneers.

Genre: Sci-Fi (100 words)

Copyright – Rich Voza

Just One

The sky spit out their bodies in a sea of debris and they landed in a crushed heap. Thrashed and bleeding, Isack laid motionless. Merrell collapsed into his side.

“Not again,” she gasped.

“Last time it was the blue door.” Isack lifted his head. “The order…it’s different. It was blue, white. Now it’s…”

“We’ve tried them all,” Merrell cried. “We’re stuck.”

“That’s it. The color never mattered,” he jumped to his feet.

When the sky snapped, he dove through the window in the door. Isack and the doors vanished before her eyes. There had been room for only one more.