SPF: Not the best idea…

SPF: Not the best idea…

206 07 July 23rd 2017© A Mixed Bag 2009

It was the year 3099 so scientists decided to look back on the technological advances of the millennium.

The favourite was not, as many thought it would be, time travel. Even though time travel existed and many people used it, it came with a lot of problems. Too many people had been breaking the rules and changing things in their past so their future would be brighter. Scientists were having a nightmare trying to rectify what people had started to refer to as glitches in the matrix. The term bothered scientists because it was based on at old and long forgotten film which was proven to be false.

The advances in air travel were not on the list either. People had developed high-speed pods that would carry people anywhere and be more environmentally friendly. They were using solar power and the carbon footprint was significantly less than traditional airlines. This sounded perfect on paper, but the resulting problems caused scientists as much of a headache as time travel.

Admittedly, more progress was being made with the air travel system. Now, it could be happily announced the mortality rate had dropped to only a 50% likelihood.

The winner was mental communication.

Written for Sunday photo fiction

Writing Wednesday – 19 July 2017

Writing Wednesday – 19 July 2017

Hello everybody and welcome to another Writing Wednesday. The idea of this is I am going to write about whatever subject has inspired me this week.

Everybody is welcome to join in, of course, and you can do that by either writing something in the comments or giving me a pingback to your work. (It goes without saying that you should feel free to share your work if you get the urge to do so!)

What am I going to use as my inspiration this week?

The words… School break

School’s out

Every year it is the same thing.

Every year the children come streaming out of the gates with screams of delight. Their cage has been closed for the summer and they are free to enjoy their time.

Every year you hear people complain that six weeks is just too long. The children will get bored. There is nothing for them to do. The children are too noisy when they are playing outside of my home.

Every year we watch as the six weeks drag by. The children become restless and fidgety. Parents clamour for different ideas to try and keep them entertained.

Every year we watch as the children seem to eagerly file back to school to regain some kind of routine.

Every year it is just the same thing.

Writing Wednesday – 12 July 2017

Writing Wednesday – 12 July 2017

Hello everybody and welcome to another Writing Wednesday. The idea of this is I am going to write about whatever subject has inspired me this week.

Everybody is welcome to join in, of course, and you can do that by either writing something in the comments or giving me a pingback to your work. (It goes without saying that you should feel free to share your work if you get the urge to do so!)

What am I going to use as my inspiration this week?

The word… Kids.

Growing up

isn’t it ironic that the one thing you couldn’t wait to do is something you really didn’t want? When we were young, there is nothing we wanted more than to grow up.

Now that we are grown-up we want to do is to return to the days we were children and did not have any worries like bills. It has been said a thousand times before, but that does not make it any less true, childhood is a golden age.

It is such a pity that we did not appreciate it.

Is there anything more heartbreaking than watching your own child wanting to be older?

Writing Wednesday – 5 July 2017

Writing Wednesday – 5 July 2017

Hello everybody and welcome to another Writing Wednesday. The idea of this is I am going to write about whatever subject has inspired me this week.

Everybody is welcome to join in, of course, and you can do that by either writing something in the comments or giving me a pingback to your work. (It goes without saying that you should feel free to share your work if you get the urge to do so!)

What am I going to use as my inspiration this week?

The word… Sunshine.

Lost childhood

I wanted to be a child again. I wanted to be one running over the beach without a care in the world. I watched the children playing in the sand for quite a long time with the green eyed monster clouding my vision.

When the ball came towards me I had to fight two opposing desires. The first one was to kick it back while running into the middle of the game to join in. The other option was to pick up the ball and ran into the office building at my back.

If I couldn’t play, why should they?

Writing Wednesday – 21 June 2017

Writing Wednesday – 21 June 2017

Hello everybody and welcome to another Writing Wednesday. The idea of this is I am going to write about whatever subject has inspired me this week.

Everybody is welcome to join in, of course, and you can do that by either writing something in the comments or giving me a pingback to your work. (It goes without saying that you should feel free to share your work if you get the urge to do so!)

What am I going to use as my inspiration this week?

The word… Dreams.

(The following is a short piece of fiction inspired by my work in progress, Dreamweaver.)

Time has gone by

The dream I stepped into could not be described as the usual scene. It was a chaotic swirl of colours that I am sure were being used to distract the dreamer. Well, maybe not distract, but to completely disorientate and confuse. Different images would flash up that I am sure were relevant to the dreamer.

Images of children being abused, images of someone crying at a party, somebody standing watching a wedding, a man growing old alone. I understood none of it, but then I was not the dreamer in question.

Usually, the dreamer was easy to spot because of their golden aura. However, in this particular instance, I was struggling to find anybody at all. For some reason, my palms felt sweaty and I wipe them on my shirt as I gazed about.

Eventually, I found a young man with tears streaking his face. He looked up as I approached and it radiated his sadness. “I am going to grow old alone,” he muttered.

Suddenly the images made sense. It was supposed to be showing him and everything that was going to go wrong in his life. I held out my hands. “You are all right, this is just a dream and I here to take you from it. My name is Marcus, take my hands and I will get you out. I am sure none of this is going to happen. The dream has been made to try and break you. You are better than that I am sure.”

The child, who could only be about 12, reached to take my hand. “My name is Warren.”

I smiled at him as I began to beat my wings and knock the dream apart. I was satisfied that I would have set him on the right path for the future.

Looking back now, this certainly wasn’t the case. I should have left him broken.

Writing Wednesday: Wednesday, 7 June 2017

Writing Wednesday: Wednesday, 7 June 2017

Hello everybody and welcome to another Writing Wednesday. The idea of this is I am going to write about whatever subject has inspired me this week.

Everybody is welcome to join in, of course, and you can do that by either writing something in the comments or giving me a pingback to your work. (It goes without saying that you should feel free to share your work if you get the urge to do so!)

What am I going to use as my inspiration this week?

The word… Technology.

Artificial intelligence

While they were running the college professor turned to his student. “I told you not to try and build artificial intelligence. Have you learnt nothing in your time here?”

The student almost stopped, but the loud crash behind her meant that He Kept running next to the professor. “I have paid attention to everything you said. It was due to this that I thought I would be able to do things differently. You know so it wouldn’t go bad.”

The professor shook his head in disbelief. “There is not a way for it not to go bad. You would have created it to be like us, right? Well, there is your problem. Inherently, we are all power hungry and will always prey on a thing that is weaker than us. The thing is, safer artificial intelligence would not be intelligent. We are talking about things that were before any kind of knowledge about technology. This is why I said never to try it.”

Another crash sounded behind them before the student reluctantly took a remote from her pocket. When the button was pushed there was an explosion as her creation was destroyed. “Sorry,” she remarked as she skidded to a halt.

He put a tentacle on her shoulder. “I suggest you go back and reread the history of the fate of people from earth. We are supposed to be the evolved species. Start behaving like it, youngling.”

Writing Wednesday – 17 May 2017

Writing Wednesday – 17 May 2017

Hello everybody and welcome to another Writing Wednesday. The idea of this is I am going to write about whatever subject has inspired me this week.

Everybody is welcome to join in, of course, and you can do that by either writing something in the comments or giving me a pingback to your work. (It goes without saying that you should feel free to share your work if you get the urge to do so!)

What am I going to use as my inspiration this week?

The word… Starlight.

The Moon’s glow

The girl just stood and stared when the man in front of her became a creature as the moon began to filter through the clouds. She knew that she should have been scared, but somehow, she wasn’t. The man had not just been any man, but he had, in fact, been the love of her life. She briefly looked up at the stars for she returned her eyes to the creature growling in front of her.

She hoped that standing still and remaining with eye contact was the safest option. It was hopeful that the part of her love remained. Hopefully, he would recognise her and no harm would come.

When he said, he needed to show something, this will be the last thing that she was expecting. Until five minutes ago, she would have told you that werewolves were works of fiction and nothing more. There was just no way that she would have believed that this was his big secret.

Unfortunately for her, this head or when part of his plan. You see, he was bored with her and needed to get himself a new toy. The best way to destroy your past was to eradicate it. The man inside the wolf was smiling as he attacked. He thanked the stars that the plan had worked perfectly.