Words for Wednesday #3
During the month of April, I will be hosting Words for Wednesday. Elephant Child asked me to host the April event. This event was started by Delores who needed to bow out for her own reasons and is currently hosted by various bloggers. The goal of Words for Wednesday is to encourage individuals to write using some or all of the prompts provided.
If you wish to join in, you may write one in the comments below or take it to your own blog. Let us know if you are writing one at your blog.This week’s prompt list is:
- Artificial
- Sector
- Insect
- Lawlessness
- Midnight
Additional words (should you wish to use them):
- Wednesday
- Complaint
- Lake
- Biker
- Moon
My take on the first list.
The Midnight Chase
The midnight mechanical insects chased Kelly Girl through the woods until she disappeared into a strategically placed nonmalleable metal pod covered by vegetation near the rainforest sector. The poorly designed flying assassins could not be wet and stopped short of the forest. KG knew this information.
Artificial Intelligence killed the world that KG knew by understanding humans better than humans understood themselves. One day, AI no longer needed people and shut down the world’s systems, killing billions. It wasn’t so much the lawlessness of the current world that scared her or even the metal bugs seeking annihilation. KG’s real fear came from feeling alone, with no one to trust.
Her first mistake had been trusting Marda, which led to a second mistake, trusting 77. Kelly Girl planned for this moment for five years. She needed to leave.
Thanks for stopping by!
T.
Comments
Wednesday had come round again – how was that? The Moon came out regularly too – how does that happen? The rumble of the motor bike brought us all back to life … our quiet disturbed – though I know they are loved by many. Everyone was complaining that the lake might overflow – did anyone think of pulling the plug?
Perhaps even just getting on with daily life, not concerning ourselves beyond our 'brain pale', but spending time entering an answer for Words on Wednesday? That'd be a change and good for today ...
Cheers everyone - my 'odd' take ... Hilary
I am smiling at your take on the prompts Hilary. Sometimes completing a Words for Wednesday story is all I can muster for the day.
And my take:
Rachel was a biker, through and through. The artificial air-conditioned comfort of cars was not for her. Instead she chose to ride, feeling the wind against her skin. Yes she got the occasional insect bite, but the benefits outweighed the disadvantages in her eyes.
When her more conventional neighbours settled down for the night on Wednesday she chose a less orthodox evening, riding down to the lake at midnight. She thrilled to the roar of the bike’s engine and its throaty exhaust, knowing that she would be greeted with several bitter complaints when next she saw her stick in the mud neighbours. Yes, the lake was private and firmly marked NO TRESPASSING, but she didn’t care. Her lawlessness gave her a perfect end to the day.
Hilary, I enjoyed yours, especially line, "Everyone was complaining that the lake might overflow – did anyone think of pulling the plug?" Why didn't I think of that?
Hilary and EC, Yes, I couldn't stop there, but it was becoming complicated, so I ended it there. It always amazes me how stories might start out simple just to evolve into something interesting. This one has much more to it.
EC, Great story!! I can hear the noise and feel the excitement, and nearly taste the wind blowing through my teeth. Love it.
Hilary, very clever.
EC, it is fun to ride, although i'm to afraid to do so now. I don't blame her for wanting some freedom.
My story is over here.
“Wednesday night, another dang Wednesday”, Father Stephen grumbled. A complaint had come from St. John’s parish. An elderly priest, Father sighed heavily, “That sector has been in trouble since the late 90s. And, it is a full moon, almost midnight.”
It wasn’t exactly lawlessness, but a night when parishioners would head to the lake and worship under the moon. “I know, Dear Lord, that this is part of their pagan history. Could you guide me in what to do next?
A former biker in his civilian life, the elderly Father climbed onto his retired Harley and roared out to calm any religious riot. "Oh, memories." Father smiled.
Finally, Father Stephen found them and was astounded. The nuns were holding hands and others held candles. Stairway to Heaven? Really?
He listened for the words and was taken aback that the lyrics had been rewritten, taking out some words and inserting ones that were more in line with the Catholic Doctrine.
Father Stephen turned off the Harley, humming along. The Led Zeppelin version was better with Jimmy Plant, but this one’ll do.