…but I called it.

I’m taking an online writing course which includes bi-weekly assignments, which, since this is only the second week, I believe, includes regular prompts for free writing.  Here was the assignment for last week:

“Write a story using that phrase as your first line and include a twist at the end. Keep your story to 300 words or less. Write as tight as possible, that is, really select words with care. Trim out the extras. Add dialogue.”

Admittedly, I didn’t add much dialogue, but I like how my little story turned out.  I love to read character driven apocalyptic/dystopian sci-fi but rarely get a decent idea in that genre, so I was pleased that this idea showed up.  Who knows, maybe there is more here!

I’ll be sharing my assignments here as we go along.

They called it a near miss, but I called it. 

“We will be fine,” the experts repeated, the news reports constantly covering the situation.  “The asteroid won’t make contact with our planet.”

I could feel catastrophe in my bones.  I came home each evening to watch the once tiny speck grow larger in my telescope with each passing day.  Some people called me paranoid, but a sixty-miles-wide asteroid is nothing to brush away in my opinion.

“Trust the experts!” they said.  “How could they be wrong!” they said.

Why should I trust the experts?  The government?  After years of lies and systematic destruction, with our Armageddon flying toward us, people were so easy to trust.  I put it down to fear, but fear wouldn’t save us now.

There were emergency plans in place, to be sure.  Everyone knew their role should the unthinkable occur, should the asteroid break the atmosphere and initiate a ripple affect of cataclysmic damage.  I repeated my plan each night before I went to bed, my own personal lullaby.

The alarms.  Grab my Go Bag.  Make for base.  Suit up.  Ensure fuel levels are adequate.  Strap in.  Go.

I was the fuel specialist for our rig.  Together, our team had the Go Protocol down to sixty seconds once everyone was in their suit.  And that was pretty damn good for a group of fringe military civilians.  I didn’t trust the government, but certainly trusted my team.  I had heard of other teams who weren’t so lucky. 

As I lay in the dark, I prayed to anyone listening, not for the asteroid to miss, but for safe passage, after the asteroid hit our planet, and we have to make for Earth.

Author: Alaina

writer + explorer

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