Life Cycle of a Hypothetical Civilization Found By Looking In A Mirror (100 Words)
They started it all by arriving. As the philosopher once said, 90 percent of life is showing up, right? Then they killed the ones already there. Then they kept coming. Then they brought over others against their will. Then they killed each other over them. Then they let more come, depending. Then they traveled abroad to kill a bunch of folks. Twice. Then they changed their minds and started hating people (like themselves) who came from other places. And changed to loving only the folks already there, even though in the beginning already being there could get you killed. [Ending TBD]
[Continued] Not 100% fitting the bill but it's a start :-)
Throughout the night, Vardo was wracked with the nightmares that had plagued him over the last century, since the day he had discovered just what his own mother had done. She would soon pay for taking the life of his twin, his fathers, and his grandparents, just as she thought she had taken his, 900 cycles ago. Yet despite his sweats and restlessness, he had neither fallen nor cried out. Surprise was still his. He would do this. These people knew not what they had just accepted, if they only knew, they would help him. But how to tell them?
[Continuing...not a rising and falling across generations. Only one line that defines the ruination of a friendship, and one pleading to restore it.]
She wondered, while allowing herself to be pulled along, what did Donna know? Did she mean today’s attacks, or Poe, or why she was here? She’d had no time to process anything, as each moment birthed new absurdities.
Donna spoke as they walked. “I hadn’t properly apologized for…you know, the affair…and…I’m so sorry. We had a lifelong friendship, and I’ve destroyed it. Lor’ knows I’ve hurt you before, but…this was the whopper. Unforgiveable.” She paused, as tears welled up, like floodwaters against a dam. “I know I’m not deserving, but please. Forgive me.”
Life Cycle of a Hypothetical Civilization Found By Looking In A Mirror (100 Words)
They started it all by arriving. As the philosopher once said, 90 percent of life is showing up, right? Then they killed the ones already there. Then they kept coming. Then they brought over others against their will. Then they killed each other over them. Then they let more come, depending. Then they traveled abroad to kill a bunch of folks. Twice. Then they changed their minds and started hating people (like themselves) who came from other places. And changed to loving only the folks already there, even though in the beginning already being there could get you killed. [Ending TBD]
Great irony!
Thx unfortunately maybe more CNF than fiction 😊
[Continued] Not 100% fitting the bill but it's a start :-)
Throughout the night, Vardo was wracked with the nightmares that had plagued him over the last century, since the day he had discovered just what his own mother had done. She would soon pay for taking the life of his twin, his fathers, and his grandparents, just as she thought she had taken his, 900 cycles ago. Yet despite his sweats and restlessness, he had neither fallen nor cried out. Surprise was still his. He would do this. These people knew not what they had just accepted, if they only knew, they would help him. But how to tell them?
[Continuing...not a rising and falling across generations. Only one line that defines the ruination of a friendship, and one pleading to restore it.]
She wondered, while allowing herself to be pulled along, what did Donna know? Did she mean today’s attacks, or Poe, or why she was here? She’d had no time to process anything, as each moment birthed new absurdities.
Donna spoke as they walked. “I hadn’t properly apologized for…you know, the affair…and…I’m so sorry. We had a lifelong friendship, and I’ve destroyed it. Lor’ knows I’ve hurt you before, but…this was the whopper. Unforgiveable.” She paused, as tears welled up, like floodwaters against a dam. “I know I’m not deserving, but please. Forgive me.”
And she added softly. “While there’s time.”