Here's my contribution to the Three Word Wednesday prompt. Not my usual work, but still a violent concept in it's own right.
The rumble of machinery, fading into the distance, mingled with the settling dust to erase all trace of the meadow that had once brightened the landscape.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Looking on the Bright Side
My contribution to the Three Word Wednesday prompt for the week.
“I’ve got a theory,” Jake informed Miles.
“I’m open to anything at this point,” Miles replied, trying once more to move the boulder blocking their exit. “This thing just won’t budge.”
“You see that faint light coming from the first opening on the right?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“If there’s light, there’s a way out.”
“There could also be bears,” Miles replied, remembering all the shows he’d watched on Discovery Channel of people mauled by the grizzly creatures.
“If a bear was in here he’d have eaten us already,” Jake pointed out. “We’ve certainly been making enough noise.”
“True,” Miles agreed, peering into the dark tunnel the light was coming from. “Let’s go for it. What do we have to lose,” he added, walking forward.
Jake followed and the pair slowly made their way toward the small beacon of light. After a few minutes, they came upon a chamber.
“Any other ideas?” Miles asked, staring up thirty feet at a gaping hole, the source of the much sought after light.
“Ready to see just how nimble you are?” Jake replied, placing his left food on a protruding rock and securing handholds.
“I’ve got a theory,” Jake informed Miles.
“I’m open to anything at this point,” Miles replied, trying once more to move the boulder blocking their exit. “This thing just won’t budge.”
“You see that faint light coming from the first opening on the right?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“If there’s light, there’s a way out.”
“There could also be bears,” Miles replied, remembering all the shows he’d watched on Discovery Channel of people mauled by the grizzly creatures.
“If a bear was in here he’d have eaten us already,” Jake pointed out. “We’ve certainly been making enough noise.”
“True,” Miles agreed, peering into the dark tunnel the light was coming from. “Let’s go for it. What do we have to lose,” he added, walking forward.
Jake followed and the pair slowly made their way toward the small beacon of light. After a few minutes, they came upon a chamber.
“Any other ideas?” Miles asked, staring up thirty feet at a gaping hole, the source of the much sought after light.
“Ready to see just how nimble you are?” Jake replied, placing his left food on a protruding rock and securing handholds.
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