Hello Dear Readers! In this blog’s search for an upstanding noun, a decent verb and a sober adjective, no stone has been left unturned in the fertile fields of ideas.
That is why this blog was delighted to stumble upon this new writing challenge called Friday Fictioneers hosted by the blog of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple.
THE CHALLENGE:
Write a one-hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end (Using the picture provided for a prompt.)
The Demise of Steen Hig
Steen Hig was born in the 26th century. The computerns who tended the human incubator nests had high hopes for Steen Hig. People did too, or what was left of them since the plague. Steen’s DNA had been microfactured to rule an empire not of people but of computers who masqueraded as people.
When Steen turned 31, the ceremonies were performed; his implants activated — while his tearful father watched. And just like that, Steen Hig became a god.
Yet it was only a knife that brought Steen Hig to his mortal conclusion.
“Absolute power corrupts absolutely,” his father explained wiping clean the knife.
Hey that was fun! You ought to give it a try Dear Readers! Have a great weekend!
Until next time . . . I love you