Thursday, March 31, 2016

100 Words a Day 815

The ropes creaked as the slaves cranked, pulling back the massive arm. When at the limit, the arm was locked. Two slaves bore a large, heated stone to the arm’s metal basket. The weight of the stone made the ropes groan anew, and the crew took a nervous step back. The final stage before launching was the fire. Pungent tar was poured into the basket and a torch was applied. The slaves shied away from the sudden light in the darkness.

“Stand back!” the commander shouted before pulling the firing lever and sending the flaming ball hurdling towards the wall.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

100 Words a Day 814

“We’ve got a new transplanter with us today. This is Greg,” John said, gesturing to the fat man sitting next to him.

“Hey Greg,” everyone responded.

“So Greg,” John continued. “What brings you to the group.”

“Well,” Greg began. “I just had my kidney replaced. And it’s been a strange experience. They told me there would be changes, but it was more than I had expected.”

“Does anyone want to share their experiences with their first transplant?”

Sara raised her hand. John pointed to her.

“The hardest part for me was the appetite changes. I’d never liked apple pie before.

Monday, March 28, 2016

100 Words a Day 813

“Why don’t you use the loaders?” Gasper asked, gesturing to the large, rusty droid in the corner of the docking bay.

“Hasn’t worked in years,” one of the porters responded, running his hand through his greasy hair before picking up one of the large crates and carrying it into the ship.

The porters’ struggled with the crates, taking frequent breaks. Despite their air masks, they gasped for air, lungs destroyed by the red dust covering everything on the planet. Gasper shook his head. He would be happy to get off this dump of a planet. He coughed despite the respirator.