Here’s the prompt. I think the picture this week points in a pretty straightforward direction, but stories don’t always turn out the way we first envision, do they? No, they do not!
Tell us the story behind this picture! Remember, you only have 100 words, left in the comments or at your own web site with a link back to us, please. Come and share with us!
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That mountain was presumed dead and was literally a show piece attracting tourists. So people built a town around it and thrived. But assumptions does no good to anyone, because the inactive volcano suddenly burst and spewed lava.
It was disastrous yet the eruption was a beauty to behold. The way the wall of fire exploded as high as eyes can reach, ash merging with the sky as one, raining fire-balls and rocks, was once-in-a-lifetime sight that shouldn’t be missed. Or so he thought, as he stood watching this in a painting, because in reality he would be fried.
“In science news the supply rocket for the Russians on the international space station exploded last night during takeoff. Sources say part of the cargo was thirty cases of Russian Vodka. One off the cases was not secured correctly and fell due to the intense vibrations of lift off breaking and spilling its contents onto the cargo deck. The highly flammable liquid found its way into an electrical panel causing a chain reaction of small electrical fires. These fires made it to the fuselage and a faulty gasket feeding the fire more fuel leading to the explosion,” said the anchor.
The tsunami of brilliance, sound, stench, and pressure forced his horse to rear and fall back, nearly pinning him. Ruben scrambled around on his knees to calm the animal, keeping the blinders secure until the blast had passed and with it, more heaping proof of failure.
Manifest claimed it “their last hope”. Collapsing gantries were punctuated by the crumbling demise of the water tower. As the horse trembled, Ruben knew it was what it was – no power on Beltran could have changed this.
They could launch no more ships. If their last hope, the portal, worked, they wouldn’t need to…
Dear General Evermore,
I live ten miles from the missile base you reopened six months ago for the purpose of testing new designs. I was told this would involve the firing of ‘several rockets per year.’
In fact, these firings have occurred regularly, at least twice a month. I must tell you sir, the failed launch explosion last week shook my small home so hard, both myself and my cat Dexter were tossed unceremoniously onto the floor.
It won’t do General Evermore, it simply won’t do. I will expect to hear from you in short order Sir.
Yours,
Wilfred Brimblethorn