Word prompt stories – I’m going to try and look for a word prompt daily (haha don’t laugh) and see if I can create something short and sweet to write around it. As it’s me I’ll probably try and put a science fiction spin on it.
For all you reading it, this is a challenge for you as well, can you come up with something based in the chosen word? Post it on your blog and link back to this post something short of around 50 – 200 words (but no limit really) , it can be a story, poem, thought or whatever.
Why not join in and create something?
Simulation
It had been over day since they had escaped the reality labyrinth. Finally after over a week of being trapped he could lay back and feel the real sun on his real skin and bask in the contradiction of reality.
Clouds floated by wispy shapes that played games with his mind. The hours floated by with the clouds the drink was sweet and cool and… wait.
Suddenly he realised the inescapable horror, the cloudscape never changed, like looking into a picture roll over and over it never ended.
They were still in the simulation.
© Simon Farnell 2013 – 2023
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Simon's Space 
The boy’s screams echoed loudly through the cold white corridors of the lab. Scientists wearing the same white garbs walked those corridors, plugging their ears and wondering how hard it was to invest in sound-proof glass.
The scientist smiled at the numbers and codes on the port, trailing her fingers across the screen to turn off the simulation.
The boy hung limply from the cords that surrounded his body. A few were there to hold him in place, others were supplying his blood to vials set along the wall, some were supplying him a liquid diet. The scientist fed him liquid food only- he would stay alive, but starve at the same time. Anything, anything to get the boy to admit the word.
The boy’s screams had finally stopped, and he raised his hand to his throbbing voicebox. The simulations were his worst nightmares. His sister’s broken body lying on a stone table. His father raising a whip while his mother cowered against the wall. He himself falling off the edge of a builiding, his best friend falling with him, trying to catch him.
A sob twisted out from the boy’s lips as he began to shiver.
The scientist continued to smile, her cyborg hand gleaming harshly in the lab’s white light. She suddenly stopped smiling, and bared her teeth in a terrifying sneer. The solution had just clobbered her. If the idiotic boy wouldn’t break and tell her the word, she’d make him.
“Get the D-1586 Comm Chip”, the scientist barked at one of her many assistant. The chip was presented to her, and the scientist caressed its tiny silver edges. “Implant it!”
The boy struggled, he fought. They won in the end, the scalpel far too painful and dangerously poised. He slumped, defeated, tears trailing down his gaunt face as the silver chip relesed the chemical in his blood.
The scientist whooped most unproffessionally when the word flashed across the port and the boy continued to cry. He’d failed, he’d lost.
The lady glared at the boy across the glass screen. “If only you’d have said the word. No simuations. No starvation.”
The boy said nothing, fury replacing his sorrow. The cheats. They’d chained him up and tortured him and starved him, and only then had they got their precious word.
No. He had not lost. He’d only been delayed.
His screams echoed again, as he tore free of the cords and shattered the glass screen with a single punch.
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I really like your little stories. They’re great 😀
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Thanks!
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