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#WritcoStoryPrompt68
A catastrophe has been predicted, we should be alert at all times. It does not describe anything but its severity - which is massive. All we can do is wait and be ready. It will occur at 12am on the dot. Here it comes! 12:01... 12:02... 12:03... What happened?
I’m staring at the writeco prompt.A catastrophe.It must be a coincidence the time in my world was 12:03 as well,and that the government had been raising awareness about terrorist attacks,earthquakes,all sorts of predicaments.It’s just a weird campaign being ran.The rumbling under my feet means nothing.People scream at me to look away from my tablet and run.People scream at me to come back to reality,and their screams hurt.The blank screen,with only the writco prompt,whispers.Literally,pulls and purrs,and the letters start to contract,convulse,into two lines that flap in and out like it’s speaking,and it is speaking,and I’m out of my mind in terror.
“Don’t move.”
My little sister wailing,my dad and my Ma who tried to get me to leave,stop.They all stop,and bodies thump.I don’t look,but their reflection taints the white glass of my screen.The prompt,the flap,the word-mouth,whatever,speaks.”12:03…What happened?”What happened…This is so unbelievable,and I’m crying without moving,pale and shocked,without screaming all that starts stabbing my throat.My family just died.I can’t even turn to look at them right now for fear that I’d die.”You can write,”It speaks,a bit louder,and this time,it’s not me making the desicion,it’s.It.Whatever It is.My fingers fly to the keyboard and wait,and every command,I realise It’s voice is a bit louder than before.I don’t trust whatever new world I’ve been thrown into,but I try.I type,”My family is well and alive.”A red curly arrows cuts under the word “well”.’inapplicable error!’The word disappears,and I hear the coughing of blood.I wait for the command to turn my head,but it doesn’t come.
“Punish the world lest your ability to craft it is taken away.Benefit only yourself.’’
The flap blends back into letters,and I feel my senses return to me.If those words mean what they seem to mean…I must make others suffer.”I,Meni,left my house.’inapplicable error!Others must suffer for you to benefit!’I shake as I type,”I left my burning house unscathed,my family being burnt alive”.I’m outside,with a case and my tablet,and I do see a crowd,and I do hear the wails of my family,and the flames never reach me even though I lean against the burning door and cried.
What was going on?
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A catastrophe has been predicted, we should be alert at all times. It does not describe anything but its severity - which is massive. All we can do is wait and be ready. It will occur at 12am on the dot. Here it comes! 12:01... 12:02... 12:03... What happened?
I’m staring at the writeco prompt.A catastrophe.It must be a coincidence the time in my world was 12:03 as well,and that the government had been raising awareness about terrorist attacks,earthquakes,all sorts of predicaments.It’s just a weird campaign being ran.The rumbling under my feet means nothing.People scream at me to look away from my tablet and run.People scream at me to come back to reality,and their screams hurt.The blank screen,with only the writco prompt,whispers.Literally,pulls and purrs,and the letters start to contract,convulse,into two lines that flap in and out like it’s speaking,and it is speaking,and I’m out of my mind in terror.
“Don’t move.”
My little sister wailing,my dad and my Ma who tried to get me to leave,stop.They all stop,and bodies thump.I don’t look,but their reflection taints the white glass of my screen.The prompt,the flap,the word-mouth,whatever,speaks.”12:03…What happened?”What happened…This is so unbelievable,and I’m crying without moving,pale and shocked,without screaming all that starts stabbing my throat.My family just died.I can’t even turn to look at them right now for fear that I’d die.”You can write,”It speaks,a bit louder,and this time,it’s not me making the desicion,it’s.It.Whatever It is.My fingers fly to the keyboard and wait,and every command,I realise It’s voice is a bit louder than before.I don’t trust whatever new world I’ve been thrown into,but I try.I type,”My family is well and alive.”A red curly arrows cuts under the word “well”.’inapplicable error!’The word disappears,and I hear the coughing of blood.I wait for the command to turn my head,but it doesn’t come.
“Punish the world lest your ability to craft it is taken away.Benefit only yourself.’’
The flap blends back into letters,and I feel my senses return to me.If those words mean what they seem to mean…I must make others suffer.”I,Meni,left my house.’inapplicable error!Others must suffer for you to benefit!’I shake as I type,”I left my burning house unscathed,my family being burnt alive”.I’m outside,with a case and my tablet,and I do see a crowd,and I do hear the wails of my family,and the flames never reach me even though I lean against the burning door and cried.
What was going on?
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