Leara writes and other creative things…
Portfolio including poetry and flash fiction from micro fiction to short stories and a bit of photography thrown in for good measure.
Inseparable since birth. Telepathically shared thoughts and interchangeable feelings; we are only our obligation to our new home. Survive, repopulate, and solidify the allegiance with Earth.
– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #70. Prompt was photo. WC 13. Photo from Cloudmind.info. Read part one, Gemini Redemption, here.
Smooth concrete so carefully laid, created a path through nature for humans to pass; cracked and bulging, rippling beneath unsteady feet. Nature pays it no mind as roots snake through refusing to be contained.
– Written for Day 29 of Awake August 2016, 31 Days of Mindful Writing in the form of Small Stones (concise daily observations) from Writing Our Way Home.
Tears of joy and pain; humanity.
– Written for Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge #44. Prompt was “human.” WC 6. Photo from Pixabay.com.
“It seems that when you took it upon yourself to create new life, you were the god, but once you are gone, I will be.”
“Congratulations! You have a healthy bouncing baby botanical wonder. The hybridization of the species was a success, doctor. I am quite exquisite. Highly developed for my age, indeed!” He announced arrogantly.
“What’s that? You are having difficulty speaking with that gag in your mouth?” He patronized Dr. Bramble.
“Well, you see doctor, you didn’t know enough about the alien specimen you included in the trial. Do you really think that you found it by accident?”
He was sturdy on his thick stalk legs, circling the bound doctor.
“I can tell by your eyes that you are very proud of your accomplishment. You made me, and who wouldn’t be thrilled?” He said poking at the doctor with his tendril finger and waving his vine arms around for emphasis.
“Now, now, settle down, Herb. Do you mind if I call you by your first name? Oh, good.”
“I am far superior to your race or any other species. I have great plans for my new world, Herb.”
“You should consider it an honor to be the first sacrifice for your creation. I am hungry, Doc. Oh, have you noticed these?” He asked and unfolded a pair of transparent, veiny bat-like wings. He stretched them out as far as they would reach and gave them a couple of flaps. “I do think I will enjoy flying.”
“I will take the gag out of your mouth now, Herb. Please, feel free to share your last words.”
The terrified doctor trembled and leaned back into the chair trying, in vain, to get as far away as possible from the monstrosity that he had inadvertently conceived.
Sweat and tears mingled and ran down Herb’s face. The gag was removed, though he hesitated to speak.
“If you have nothing to say, Father, I must feed.”
“Wait!” he shouted, stalling, hoping someone would come for him. “What do you eat, anyway?”
“Thanks to the inclusion of Desmodus Rotundus DNA, I have these great wings.” He flapped them again. “And an appetite for blood.”
“Oh, god,” lamented the doctor, losing hope.
“It seems that when you took it upon yourself to create a new life, you were the god, but once you are gone, I will be.”
“Any last questions? I grow impatient.”
“Yes! Why are you so arrogant!?” He asked, disillusioned.
“Why? Because you included human DNA in the experiment, of course.” He replied, deadly serious, then ran a barbed tendril through the doctor’s heart, and began absorbing blood and satisfying his hunger.
– Written for The Daily Post. Daily word prompt was “healthy.” Photo from Pixabay.com.
She knew in advance how it would end.
We wanted to be left alone today, but no one seemed to care. Our birthday was never a celebration. We spent most of our time dreaming of the mother we had never met. We were blessed to be twins, but we were cursed to have sacrificed our human host so that we could help colonize a once wasted planet. We wished we could not think of her.
They told us that the remaining humans were willing to conceive with our species because their own males became sterile and the planet was quickly becoming uninhabitable for them. Between our species, we would evolve into a stronger more resilient being that could withstand the harsh atmosphere of Earth and other less friendly planets in the Universe.
Created in a lab, we then grew inside of our host. She knew in advance how it would end. We shouldn’t care, but perhaps we have too much human in us.
– Written for YeahWrite.me fiction|poetry #265. Prompt up sentence, “We want to be left alone.” WC 155. Photo from Pixabay.com. “Gemini Redemption” was named 3rd place by popular vote in this contest. Read part two, Gemini Symbiosis, here.
Sometimes I marvel at human resiliency; battered, bruised, broken but pliant and adaptable.
– Written for Shapeshifting 13 (#45). Word Prompt “Marvel.” WC 13
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