Writing Prompt

A figure stands in the distance, houppelande sleeves billowing in the wind; he stands in awe of the Colossus Cluster, the only remains of the great giants of yore.

The Stranger flaunts an intricate staff, the very one responsible for this, reunited with its victims at last. The armor-clad lad who bears it is the closest thing left to a king.

After The Annihilations, the world deteriorated into a...

As Kayla walked through the baron wasteland, she could see almost nothing. The fog was thick and she almost ran into two massive robot hands. Her long coat was rapped around her body keeping the cold from getting in, her backpack was full of her tools and belongings.

She held her sword onto her shoulder and kept walking. She had a destination and nothing was gonna stop her, not even the robots w...

I would hate to be the last to remain.

In a world carved clean of feeling and touch,

Where all that remains are skeletal husks of metal and wire.

I would hate to be the last to remain.

When flesh and movement turn to static and cold,

And all that’s left to caress our bodies are the rain and the night.

I would hate to be the last to remain.

When it is only I and the birds,

And the whirring ...

Bolts, wires, metal and determination all of the things that go into making a successful machine.

I thought i put all of those things into my robot, and at the start it appeared that way. But i was on proven otherwise.

I was a young lad, just leaving home learning to stand own two feet. I was good with my hands, creating, mending and destroying if needed. I’d accrued an apprenticeship with a bla...

The explorer shielded his eyes from the dust and harsh sunlight as he looked at the land surrounding him. It worked. He made it to the future. 2052. When his eyes adjusted, he noticed that the only sign of life were the birds flying in the sky. To his left was what appeared to be a giant robot, so large that he couldn’t even see the full height of it disappear into the horizon. Even that appeared ...

They were initially created to help reduce the strain on humans in dangerous jobs such as meteorite mining and and planet exploration.

Having the opportunity of being a multi-planetary species lead to a huge drive in talent and monetary investment being throttled into new companies that could fill the new American Dream of living in space.

The goal was lofty but now people knew it was not only p...

I knew what this place was. It was a place for giants to die, and for older giants to just be buried by sand and dirt over time. One day no one would even remember these things. If they did, well, more people would believe the stories. I do, because I caused some of these machines to lay where they do now.

I don’t remember how, why or when, but all I know is that people stare at me and keep their...