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.
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.”
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Pamela S. Canepa. Thank you Pamela for our photo prompt!
When Frederick slipped down the bank of the long dry riverbed we all feared the worst. After all, it was a long fall and we knew the bottom was covered in large and jagged rocks. We were both surprised and relieved when we heard his voice calling to us. He told us we had to come down immediately.
Eagerly, we all made our way down the slope until we were standing on the rocks. He had landed safely after becoming snagged on a tree and noticed the source of the river had been covered by a stone.
Together we pushed it out of the way and rejoiced. The village was going to have fresh water once again.
Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers
© C E Ayr
It was a day the young couple had been eagerly anticipating. Joseph was due to return home from his latest tour of duty. It did being an incredible six months since they had last seen each other. It was hard to keep their newly wedded bliss when you are in separate countries. Not only that, of course, but you were always afraid of a knock at the door to tell you that your loved one was never coming home.
The day his homecoming became a reality she arrived early at the airport hopping about from 1 foot to another. Tabatha could hardly believe her luck as she watched the army members coming through the door and heading towards the baggage carousel.
When she spotted him there was no stopping her. Even though the area was restricted for passengers only she could not stop herself running to pounce on the man she loved. His bag and passport fell to the floor as he eagerly returned the embrace.
The couple felt like time had stood still for them both. In a way, it had. You see, there was a consequence of crossing into the forbidden zone and that meant becoming a statue.
Written for Sunday photo fiction
I apologise in advance for the dark place that this picture took me to.
Many people would believe this was a picture of an alien. But it was no picture of an alien it was what terrorists look like under their skin.
Terrorism is not the direct result of religion. In fact, terrorism has no religion. It is just trying to spread fear by ostracising people. Please do not be fooled by these articles that will tell you every Muslim is a terrorist. We did not believe that about the Catholics when the IRA were attacking. They killed just as many innocents, but they never seem to be cowardly enough to take their own lives during the atrocities.
We should never forget the innocents that were caught up in this fictional war but this is the time we need to come and stand united against these people. Every gender, creed, religion, or anything else that seeks to divide us.
In a time where everything is trying to drive a wedge between everybody, we all need to stand proud and defiant. If we can all manage to hold hands and show everyone a united front we may end this.
Just think, in the future, there could be a time we are not afraid any longer.
Written for Sunday photo fiction