© James Pyles
I’m continuing my slow review of the stories in the Zombie Pirate Publishing SciFi anthology World War Four (which also features my short story “Joey,” but right now, that’s beside the point). Today, I highlight Rich Rurshell’s tale “Subject: Galilee.”
Much of the symbolism echoes Christian themes, but Rurshell’s story takes place in the far future. A war is raging between two corporate factions, Liberty West which uses robotic warriors called “Romans,” and Zhang Industries’ human combatants. In between them and a village of peaceful people as well as defected soldiers, is the mysterious armored and cloaked being known as Galilee. He came out of no where, possesses enormous, almost god-like abilities, reprogramming the Roman machines to serve him, his armor all but invulnerable, and seems to be the savior that the world needs, that is until both corporations decide to make him a target.
© Roger Bultot
I ran into the building to get away from the angry mob of protestors outside.
What is this place? The middle of the room is contained in a sort of marble circle. Who is that by those torches?
“Oh good, you’re here.”
He’s African-American, bald, and I’ve never seen him before in my life.
“Hurry. There isn’t much time.”
“Time for what?”
“For you to go through the eye and restore the balance. The world is terribly divided, and only you can manipulate reality.”
“Who am I?” Then I felt myself lifted up toward the glass oval in the ceiling.
I wrote this for the Rochelle Wisoff-Fields writing challenge. The idea is to use the image above as the prompt for crafting a piece of flash fiction no more than 100 words long. My word count is 100.
I’d love to have figured out where this photo was taken, but that would have required a lot of work, and I’m short on time lately. The oval-shaped window in the ceiling reminds me of the large window in comic book character Doctor Strange’s Sanctum Sanctorum. Last night, I read a story about a man with amnesia who turned out to be an alien, and I have a tendency to write a lot of stories featuring a Messiah-like figure. Put all that together, and you have the tale I just wrote.
To read other stories based on the prompt, visit InLinkz.com.
© James Pyles
Little Danny Harris had turned four years old a few months ago, but his Uncle Ethan and Aunt Abby couldn’t travel to California for the birthday party. So when his Mom and Dad took Danny to Dad’s Uncle’s farm in Idaho, the older couple doted on him.
“Here’s ya go, Danny. A brand new yo-yo.”
“Ethan,” the Dad interjected, don’t you think he’s a little young for a…”
“Excuse me, Uncle Ethan.” Both men were a surprised that the little boy interrupted. “My name is Daniel.”
“Sure it is, Danny”. Ethan tousled the child’s hair. “Sure it is.”