Writings
As a worldbuilder, writing comes along with the territory. While I have some large writing projects in the works (which may or may not ever see the light of day), I also write short stories to exercise and improve my language and storytelling abilities. I will ask for a random word from a friend and write a story from what connotations come to mind. Here are a small collection of the ones I enjoy.
Flower
A mortar shot landed a dozen feet from Will’s head and he ducked down into the trench. He hugged his rifle close and pressed his back as far into the muddy trench walls as he could, almost hoping for it to swallow him up. He sat there and watched as fellow soldiers ran by. To his right he could hear the sounds of a dying man, but he didn’t dare look. Like any rational human, Will feared death. It was not something he wanted to see. But given his circumstances, not seeing was rarely an option.
Anger
A common adage went as follows: treat god as you would be treated by god. The operator had heard it many times before, and had never quite thought about its meaning until that day. A day unlike any other.
Colossal
Noah stood on a promontory, far above the city in the distance. He gazed at the clusters of houses and streets below. At the median of the city, from the surface of the earth, stretched a colossal structure which touched the Heavens. It was the epitome of human achievement; the Tower of Babel. That is what the scribes called it. Noah scoffed at these fools. For man to reach God in such a manner should be considered unfaithful. Enlightenment should be the only path to God. Enlightenment or a holy death. But to construct a stairway to heaven? Blasphemous. Not only would the unenlightened ascend to God, but also the sinners and heretics. Irreverent. Heaven would run rampant with heathens and infidels. Unless the monstrous abomination could be felled.
Coffee
The aroma of the beverage wafted through the break room as Neil leaned against the counter. The coffee machine had been pressing hot water through the coffee grounds for a while now, and he was beginning to become a little impatient. He watched the dark liquid slowly rise up in the mug and tapped his foot in annoyance. He should have made a small cup, he had only needed a small cup of pick-me-up before his desk shift started.
Memory
The old lady sat up in the bed. A young woman sat in a chair in front of her. Golden light streamed through the window, illuminating the woman’s face and making her blonde hair radiate. She was quite pretty. The old lady wished she could be young like that again. If she wasn’t mistaken, her younger self had a striking resemblance to the woman. She should get introductions out of the way.