I don’t know if you noticed, but last week’s blurb was less of a blurb and more of a… vignette, perhaps? The word limit is shorter this time though, so… I’ll try to restrain myself a little.
Any comment and/or constructive criticism is always welcome. 🙂
Prompt: A brief scene between two people in a post-apocalyptic world. Topic: anything. No min word limit. Max. 900.
Elia shushed him quickly and paused on top of the hill, glancing around and taking in their surrounding. Sydali finally caught up, his breathing slightly strained. “There’s no one he–mmph.” She covered his mouth quickly, frowning at an unfortunately not too distant familiar sound.
“We’ve gotta move.”
Sydali stumbled behind her, resisting the urge to speak again. He hadn’t known Elia for long, but she’d saved his life a few times already in the short three months they’d teamed up. An avalanche, quick sand, a sudden storm, predators… Just thinking about it gave him chills.
He followed her at his quickest pace, which was never fast enough, until they reached their latest lair and burrowed deep. There the darkness blanketed them comfortably and silenced the world around them.
“So much for gathering food huh…” The stone around them finally started glowing, just in time for him to witness her sharp glare. “Uhh–”
“Well if someone hadn’t ran into a den of ferocious lavigers, just maybe we could’ve had a decent catch today.”
Sydali coughed uncomfortably, suddenly fascinated by the soft green glow. He could feel a stare though, but when he dared to look, he only met puzzlement. “How you survived so long with so little skill is a real mystery.”
“Well, uh… I, I had a– comfortable life.”
Elia seemed to agree, but she shoved his share of stomped roots in his hand anyway. “Welcome to the real world, where the rest of us still live with the consequences from the actions of a few arrogant, entitled assholes.” Her smile was genuine, yet frigid at the same time.
Yes, yes I know… Although he hadn’t asked to be born as an entitled asshole’s descendant, he went a step further than any other descendant, so maybe he could just be an arrogant, entitled descendant for short.
A sudden powerful and deep growl tore the comfortable silence apart, the ground shaking beneath the beast’s steps, reminding them that those consequences took many shapes, including the dangerous, mobile ones.
Word count: 344
Well– at least it’s written. I’ll continue saying this was a last minute write, because it really was and it probably shall be until I put the blog on hold during my move. But hey, I have a semi-plot for a semi-world and I feel like I could make it longer if I had more time. So hah, filed under ‘maybe for later.’
Not sure if I should’ve cut out that last tidbit, I’m semi-happy with it, but it’s already past my bed time so… I’ll abandon it here for now.
If you want to write your own answers to these prompts, feel free to post your writing below! 🙂