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?
Dimension
Managing to finally get the metal bulkhead door to slide open. It stopped with a metallic clang at echoed around the hangar. The team stood there for a moment, words escaped them. The only sound was that of the life support system keeping them alive.
The scale and dimension of the hangar on this alien craft was something they had never believed could exist in their wildest imagination. Their own spacecraft could fit in – many time over!
© Simon Farnell 2013 – 2023
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Simon's Space 
The lady sighed softly, watching the dimensions unfurl in her palms. She was so tired. She just wanted another chance at life, even if it meant being a cog in the wheel of reality. She wanted to feel the weight of air upon her head, wanted to feel the soft veil of light swishing across her vision, wanted to feel the caressing heat of the sun on her skin again. She wanted to live, not exist as a shell. But she needed somebody else to entrust the weight of these dimensions to. Beautiful as they were, they were no small burden. She needed someone who had the strength to exist alone for millenia, until they forgot what blue looked liked, until they forgot what a laugh sounded like, until they forgot what food smelled like, just as she had.
She breathed in deeply, and peered through the layers of light and shadows cupped in her hand, trying to pass some time by counting how many dimensions there were. Try as she might, she always failed or gave up. There were too many dimensions. Some bubbled up just as she finished totaling everything, some fizzled away a millisecond after popping into existence, and some simply merged or multiplied, releasing great waves of energy and light that would have The Guradian squinting and blinking.
The lady huffed and set the dimensions down, getting up and stretching languorously. She ran her hands over the skin on her face, wishing for a mirror so she knew what she looked like. She had asked whichever few souls had visited to describe her, and they had all said different things. One had said that she had blue eyes and cropped black hair, another said that she had sharp, elvin ears and dark skin. A third had said that she had a milky complexion with soft grey eyes. She eventually stopped wasting her time and energy on a task so impossible.
The Guardian sighed again, picking the dimensions back up, and continued her endless search.
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