If You Can’t Stand The Heat Get Off The Planet

The last of the ozone layer dissipated but by this time, no one remained alive on Earth to see the final phase of planetary destruction. The few of us carefully selected to salvage the human race, watched from afar.

23667749481_30c2525f13_h– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #63. Question prompt, “Why is it so hot here?” WC 39. Image by Kevin Gill. “If You Can’t Stand The Heat Get Off The Planet” won 1st place in this contest.

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Hindsight Is 20/20

The vestiges of humanity came into view as I emerged from the tunnel.

– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #61. Question prompt, “What is at the end of the tunnel?” WC 13. Photo by Frankincensebarbados Plasticfoods. “Hindsight Is 20/20” won 1st Place in this contest.

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Serendipity

As luck would have it, I cadged the vaccine before I was bitten.


– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #53. Word prompt was “cadge.” WC 13. Photo by Vinicius Munhoz. “Serendipity” was awarded 2nd place in this contest.

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered

They gave up on discovering the origin of this “sign,” and locked him away.

“Give me a sign!” He threw his arms out wide, with palms up.

The sun radiated through the stained-glass window etching a symbol into his forehead.

He said it was God. Others thought it was self-inflicted. The idea of extraterrestrials revolved in conspiracy circles.

Similar symbols in ancient hieroglyphics indicated a possible Egyptian association.

They gave up on discovering the origin of this “sign,” and locked him away.

An underground movement calling themselves Cosignos, with inside help, freed him from the government facility attempting to keep him from spreading word of his miracle.

This movement became a cult of followers who tattooed the symbol on their foreheads and built a community preparing for End Times.

Authorities searched, but he was well hidden by believers.

Many thought he was mad, until the day his son was born, the symbol already visible on his small innocent head, and the first zombie walked.

– Written for Ad Hoc Fiction weekly contest. Word Prompt was “sign.” WC 150
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