Descent
Fifties by the Fire
Fifties by the Fire — a fifty-word, prompt-based writing exercise. Feel free to share your response below or read and comment to join the fun.
Prompt: Write a fifty-word story (fiction, CNF, or poetry) about a descent.
Here are the other guidelines:
Make sure your story is exactly fifty words. Feel free to use Word Counter or your preferred word processor.
Write a title with the genre in the first line.
The title does not factor into the word count.
Good luck, have fun, and thanks for being here. Happy writing!
Below is my contribution.
The Humans Are Here, fiction
They’re onto us.
Dropping my food, I run—descending into the forest.
I leap from log to log and stone to stone. “Humans!” I call out. “The humans are here!”
My brethren spread the word.
I observe the bipeds from my leafy lookout point.
Humans: they’re friendly until they’re not.
THE SPHERES, fiction
The Spheres descended from the clouds and hovered silently for weeks. Mute and motionless, they tuned into our senseless human pandemonium. They shut down our media, stopped the frantic online chatter, and disappeared as quietly as they had come, erasing forever our vast internet. We worship a new god now.
Descent--Fiction
She didn’t need grounding—simple grounding exercises had never worked.
Her rage was too intense.
The pain, the abandonment, the grief, those emotions that swirled and combined to feed her rage, they ran too deep. They were roots.
To get to the roots, she had to descend *below* the ground.