When you think about where you’ll be 10 years from now, or where the world will be, what comes to mind? Will things be pretty much the same? Will the world be at war? What new technology will be invented?
What about you, personally? Will you be married? Pregnant? An empty-nester? Will you be a multi-published novelist or own a million dollar home on a lake?
There’s not many restrictions with this week’s Tackle-it-Tuesday topic. Lots of room for interpretation and creativity. Here’s your assignment:
In 200 words or less, write a story that takes place ten years in the future.
Put on your futuristic helmet and tackle it!
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They look like a black wave threatening to sweep me up, carry me out with the tide only to be lost at sea. I hear a voice speaking, challenging the tide, offering promises of a bright future. Sunlight glistens from tassels of gold. There she is. My daughter. Wasn’t it only yesterday when she put on her first pair of ballet slippers? The slide show has been flashing through my mind all morning. First step, first word, first trip to the emergency room. Piano award, soccer trophy, reading medal.
Looking around, it is obvious I am not the only mother threatening to be overtaken by this “sea sickness”. Two rows in front of me, a tissue is dabbed at the corner of an eye. Muffled sounds of sobs mixed with joy and unknown emotions pass along the rows of parents like whispers of the wind among the trees on a breezy spring evening.
The tide rises, the caps of the wave are thrown higher and rushes toward the crowd behind them. All at once the sea is calm. As I search among the smiling faces, our eyes meet. A twinkly passes between them. I am engulfed, struggling for breath, choking on every emotion rising from my soul. The future lies before her. The past is secured in our hearts. The nest is empty as my last little bird has spread her wings to fly.
I’m a “newbie”…I apologize for the typo…it should have read, “A twinkle passes between them.” I think I found another grammatical error…3rd paragraph, 1st sentence…”….the caps of the wave are thrown higher and it rushes twoard the crowd…”
Thank you for giving me this opportunity! If there is a way to edit a post without writing another comment, please let me know! Have a blessed day everyone.
Bronco Cheerleaders 2020
It is a humid summer again, and my little princess is so nervous about starting high school! “Mom, will I make the cheerleading team?!” It is amazing how time flies so quickly as I reminisce about her first ballet recital! Tears rolling down her face, because she didn’t really understand why everyone was cheering her on and applauding her! She’s come a long way, as I watch her in her room as she practices her routine without a tear and fearless! Confidence sparkled from her smile and cheer! My heart jumps with delight as I watch my baby girl full of self confidence and Bronco pride! Of which her older brothers take credit for, being prior Broncos themselves. I recall many football seasons sitting in the bleachers watching one brother marching in the band, and her other brother playing in the Varsity team in his freshman year! She was so proud as she cheered! “The Lord has a great plan for you, sweetheart! Whatever the outcome, remember we are very proud of you and love you dearly!” She smiled and gave me a kiss. “I love you too, mama!”
That was beautiful, Carolyn. I just watched my daughter graduate a couple of weeks ago, too–so this was very touching.
Heather hunched over the virtual monitor skimming the floating digits above the eterna-pad and groaned deep, inexplicable utterances too deep for words. That was the problem–after all these years she still had a hard time finding the right word. The word that would lasso the last sentence into the roundup rodeo of articulated terminology painstakingly congregated and corralled into tidy little stalls of story line stretched far as the imagination could carry her (and, hopefully, her readers).
Oh, for the pleasure of rumpling up the wasted effort and pitching it into the trash-can! To, at least, have some sense of accomplishment for the morning’s endeavours. There was no satisfaction in hitting ‘delete.’ Left no evidence. A heartless hatchet hacking away at ambition’s attempts.
She scanned the pad for it. This new technology was mind boggling. Where was the delete button??
“Heather?”
Startled, she spun around to face the voice and blushed–embarrassed at being caught.
“You’re in heaven, now, remember? The right word isn’t only on the tip of your tongue, it’s anywhere you’d like to put it.” The angel smiled warmly and patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry–take as long as you need to get used to it.”
“Bedwa gkelw artttep Arian. I sle rote Venus.”
“Translator please,” Star announced to her communication device.
“I’m 17 and my given name is Arian. My habitat is Venus,” the translator responded.
“Freakyl! He’s an awesome shade of green,” Star pondered smiling at the screen.
“Hey Star, whatz flyin?” Dorian said as he floated in the room on his people-mover.
“I’m just on Spacebook rappin with this cool green guy, nothin much.”
“Hey whatz for lunch; I could eat a whole planet.” Dorian commented.
“Droid,” Star called as she clapped her hands three times; we need food.
Droid was 6 feet of metal that resembled a quaint maid from the 60’s with apron to boot.
“Yes Star, we have 3 meals left to hydrate; goat stew medley, llama burgers, or sushi pizza.”
“Hey I want pizza,” Dorian chirped up preoccupied with the movie in his 3D glasses.
“Yep Droid, pizza sounds like a plan!”
Star typed away at her device communicating to Arian on Spacebook when she exclaimed, “That’s nasty stuff!”
“What Star?” Dorian asked pausing from his movie.
“This Venus guy just ate a flying bug as he was talking to me,unbelievable. I think I will chat with Mars, instead!”
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