Monday, July 17, 2017

Short Stories & Such 34: Marketplace

Back in April 2015, I attended the MT. SAC Science Fiction Workshop led by Scott Noon Creley (see http://scottcreley.com/) 
Creley had us write a science fiction setting for our world (good or bad). He wanted us to show and not tell using the 5 senses. In other words, he wanted the author to give a tour of the setting to the reader.
The following is my attempt. I only had one paragraph, but you can actually get an idea for a new story.

Marketplace

They came on the surfboards of the air, ear-splitting, and four-feet long crafts. They watched with glass eyes the people lined up against the red brick walls. Red from blood-stained entertainment.

Merchants wore their pointy hats- yellow and orange like the dry sky. Bellies full of food, they wobbled under their robes.

The foul smell of dust mixed with sweat permeated the narrow road, but they watched with glass eyes and metal hearts. Money purses dangled from their cold hands.

Dirt blew on the people’s faces. The bustling clinging of chains rattled behind them. Each of us holding a loved ones’ hands, teetering teeth and knees.

“Sold!” came the verdict.

“Dispose!” came the command.

“Turn around!” came another.

Those with metal hearts obeyed and pushed or clubbed or…

Our hands held tightly while the merchants passed us. The sweat from the outside rays were visible, and their flushed faces meant the day was done.

For some, it was a beginning. For others, it was a blessing. For those willing to live, it was utter agony ripping through our flesh-stricken hearts. 

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