Writing Prompt

I look off in the distance and see the towering metal buildings with their odd curves and blue tint. A bustling city that has grown to be the most densely populated city in the world. As I sit here I wonder how much has changed within the past 50 years.

I was only a boy when I lived in one of the old buildings in the center of town which has since been demolished. Replaced by a multilevel shoppi...

The fields are barren, scorched by years of war. Where wheat once grew, only remnants of grains now suffer in the pale shade of a merciless sun. If you stare hard enough at the hard, packed and cracked ground, you might be able to work out the outline of a boot-print, hard in the soil. Soldiers used to walk here, whispered in legends by dimming fires in outcast camps. Soldiers with barrels on thei...

In the heart of tomorrow’s metropolis, towering structures pierce the sky, their sleek contours reflecting the sun’s rays. A network of elevated walkways crisscrosses above bustling streets, weaving through verdant gardens suspended between buildings. Citizens move with purpose amidst a symphony of urban sounds, while cascading water features provide moments of serenity amid the urban hustle....

Emptiness.

Life without humans.

A better life.

A happier life.

The world of the future.

When will nature win the war?...

(I will not be confined to your authoritarian declerations. I will write what I wish.)

Plants, plants, plants everywhere

My aunts house is covered in ants

Plants, plants, plants I could go on a rant about all these plants

Plants, plants, plants finding leaves in all my pants.

Plants, plants, plants all this green wants to make me scream

The end....

Eventually, the rains stopped falling, and the waters receded. The air no longer burned the buds off of the trees, though there were few of them left anyway. Vines, brown but utterly alive, crawled up the concrete cliffs. Clouds meandered lazily across a sky that was almost blue again. Breezing winds blew ash through the burnt streets, the smell of black char finally beginning to fade. The sea bec...

I didn’t know him well, but I know that cannible ment so much to so many people. He was an inspirational incredible person, and I know we will all miss him. I’m not good at writing stuff like this, but I decided I would try for cannible. I want to say to everyone you are all strong and we will get through this. So many people were really good friends with cannible and we will never forget him. Se...

Blinking bulbs and flashing signs

Bright neon colors under flourescent lights

Automatic and instant are slow to us now

With WiFi faster than the speed of sound

Homunculus creations, not skin or chalk

artificial and nylon , motors to walk

Plastics and metals and elements above

Like colonies on Mars without people to love....

thirty two degrees Celsuis and 58 percent humidity with ambiant radiation levels at a reasonable 500 rem, the Olde Earth readings made Morehouse 1-2 bristle. Needlessly he checked and re-checked the readings before sending them back to headquarters. Nearby Morehouse 3-4 was singing. Tres as he liked to call her had been downloading ancient human folk songs. He wished Calvin had not given her permi...

The blood scattered to the dust

Ashes of the fallen lay here

Blood aghast in the place abust

And all fallen into a state of fear...