“Take me out of here. I’m not a believer.” “This place is historical.” “I don’t like history.” “Where d’ya think you came from?” “It doesn’t really matter. I’ve been to Heaven’s door, and know that there is no God in there.” What I see now is unprecedented. She turns into a smoky outline gradually vanishing …
In the end, governments didn’t need to ban religion. The numbers attending had dwindled away to almost nothing.
It was their arrival that had sparked the crisis of faith. They had laughed at the world and their primitive beliefs. They had shown them the universe beyond the tiny galaxy their Earth inhabited.
No God created this, they told their newly conquered servants, through mirthful laughter. We did.
In a small synagogue, hiding in the darkness of the shuttered doors and windows, she stood to address her small band.
‘Today,’ she told them, ‘we start to fight back.’
Copyright Roger Bultot
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
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Pregnant Pause ….. by Deepa
across each other
in wheels of four
running out of breath
in this endless race
with no winners
at red light
now, I know why
the hundred thousand
inside my head
across each other
Special thanks to hecblogger (Amit Agrawal) at https://playingwithwords.blog/ for eight responses on https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/11/07/reenas-exploration-challenge-112/ I've compiled all here. You may visit his blog (link given above) for reading other pieces. Question your maps if you do not manage to find your destiny question your maps, not the journey Crumbling Thoughts I am trying to hold on …
Photo prompt: what do you see?
What happens when we surpass our goals
and transcend the euphoria of touching the sky
when we take that leap of faith
onto the fabled cloud ten
obscured and outshined by the lesser nine
but always there, sacred or profane
a step from greatness to legend
no more sky, no more blue
But to reach so far is to be alone
when stars and moon are all you see
gentle lights, minute on a backdrop of envy
You dare not look below, for the plummet down cannot be survived,
To fall is to end.
so you look above, held by charges of lightning from your ascent
And like the tree you are, you grow some more
to find a foothold on the moon in reach
Alas, even that moon is not safe from envy
a crescent of light is all you…
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enveloped in words writer's spell on sky and sea mind conjures magic https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2019/11/11/what-do-you-see-3/
sharpness of small, butdefined edges generatesdivine glowing light https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/11/13/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-november-13th-2019-crystals/