The riots have got worse over the last few years. Like caged animals, we are angry, and we lash out. This was the worst of all, with the biggest crackdown, but it won’t be the last. Not now. Not now we’ve seen.
We’ve been caged all right – by the metal shell of this place, but also by fear – fear of the radioactive desert they tell us is out there.
We’ve seen it now, though. Through the shattered panels – a world of tangled green. And we have smelt the forest.
Photo by J Hardy Carroll. Prompt by Friday Fictioneers. 100 words or less – story by me.
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Well done! I really like this one.
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Thank you! 100 words is really tight to write!
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Yes, it is. I enjoy the challenge, though, and find the idea bleeding over into other things I write. Keep it clean and concise use strong verbs. Good writing practices.
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I enjoyed the taste of freedom, I hope that they reach it.
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Thank you for reading and commenting. I think they’ll make it.
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Dear Sarah,
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. Tense story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you!
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I really liked that, and 100 words is a good test! Wonderful photo choice, too 🙂
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ooooh. so dystopia-ish! 🙂 vivid imagery!
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