I dream of a billion years from
now, when the earth is more bone than dirt, when the weight of the myriad dead
have slowed the world’s orbit to a standstill. Half the planet lies nighted and
frozen. Half burns. I wander this wasteland, clothed only in ashes. The cold I
hate. I cannot abide there; it is too much like people I have known.
It is not pleasant, either, to see the
sun hanging crimson and hungry over the day lit half of this place. That orb is
swollen with its own rot and licks its lips in anticipation of the feast to
come when the earth spirals into its mouth. But at least then I will be able to
rest. Only another billion years to wait.
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I know it does seem like a long time doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteWow, interesting, I think I'd try to set up camp at the boundary between day and night.
ReplyDeleteI like this one even better than the first, which was solid.
ReplyDeleteKeep 'em up, one here, one there, as you have time, and you'll have a collection eventually.
That's a long wait...
ReplyDeleteImagination!
ReplyDeleteAloha
Mark, nearly forever, if not quite that long.
ReplyDeleteSage, that would be wisdom. You'd probably survive longer than I would.
Ty, hadn't really thought of a collection of them, although I have a couple more that I will post. a Chapbook type thing might be possible.
Alex, yes indeed, yes indeed.
Cloudia, thankee
Good writing jogs memories, and even pseudo-memories.
ReplyDeleteI am somehow reminded of Amanda Marhall's song, Dizzy:
Such a strange thing
We think we are in control
We always know
Until we don't
Funny how the world can spin so fast
And we don't crash
We just get dizzy
Nice imagery there. One can almost see oneself in such a situation.
ReplyDeleteExcellent! And very Dr. Who.
ReplyDeletefire up the rockets, fly high...
ReplyDeleteCharles, I liked your description of the sun — very vivid.
ReplyDeleteIvan, I like that. I do think sometimes we crash.
ReplyDeleteRandy, Most of these kinds of things come to me as images even before they are words. Or at least at the same time.
Riot Kitty, interesting. I suspect the Dr. Who feeling is from your experience since I've never watched it. We all bring to writing our own experiences. that's a good thing.
Laughingwolf, indeed. Hope the guy doesn't run into any apes there. :)
Prashant, the sun is usually shown as benign, I think. But it won't always be.
That's really thinking ahead!
ReplyDelete"...the weight of the myriad dead..."
ReplyDeleteThat's a chilling phrase. And the sun as predator...very jarring.
Nice work.
Oscar, lol.
ReplyDeleteTravis Cody, thanks, man.
Great addition.
ReplyDeleteBernard, thanks, glad you enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteWicked, wicked, wicked.
ReplyDeleteHi charles this what you writting is real amazing giving me powers has a succssesful writer an publisher to bring hope about any thing that is on your mind what goes around comes back around simple easy life is like that especial for the tycons
ReplyDeleteErik, tis what I was hoping for. :)
ReplyDeletemjini, thanks for visiting. I appreciate the kind words.
Nice surreal mix of science and fantasy. I like it because it can go full circle from Lovecraftian weird to 1950s Superman quirky. (I can see Kal-el of those years walking the barren Earth. How will he get home?)
ReplyDeleteRichard, I'm a mixture of my influences for sure.
ReplyDeleteI have dreams like this but I never write about them. They are too scary to put into words. Very nice when you do it though.
ReplyDeletePatti, thanks. Part of this was indeed from a dream.
ReplyDeleteCharles-I would not be able to live in your head. It's a scary place!
ReplyDeleteJodi, it's got plenty of old threadbare throw pillows and lots of stuffed bunnies. :)
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