Archive | January 2018

Big Bang

The sign said “Escalators to Big Bang,” but it was a bit of a misnomer.

For one, the escalators led first to the display of the Big Bang, which, while interesting, was not really the heart of the exhibit.

No, to really, really get your hands on, as it were, you had to know where the other escalators led up.

And to do that, you had to know how to go behind the displays.

Most of the displays in the American Museum of Natural History had Behinds.  It was a feature of the museum, for those in the know – the Sandboxes.

And most of them were assumed to be some sort of virtual reality, where you could watch dinosaurs or play with evolution and push it down different routes.

The Big Bang “backdoor” required a leap of faith, diving directly into the Big Bang display.

Once you had gotten there, though, you had your own world to play with, your own universe.

The dinosaurs, evolution, all of it: you started from dirt and fire, and, over what seemed, generally, like a couple hours, you built yourself a world.

What the Museum was doing with these worlds was anyone’s guess.  But nobody, as of yet, had managed to get humanity out of their “simulation.”

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Written to a prompt from Livewriting Day:

In the American Museum of Natural History, they have a sign that says ‘Escalators to Big Bang’. What if they actually were escalators to the Big Bang?

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A Fresh Start… 3

Sanja hadn’t really expected it to work.

It was the sort of thing you bought out of the back of a magazine, in this case a scrap-booking magazine, and it hadn’t even been one she bought first-hand; she’d picked it up while browsing a library sale and the ad had jumped out at her.

It had only been nineteen ninety-nine; she expected, at best, some sort of nostalgia kit.  Re-live your teens!  Get a fresh start on life!

Maybe a new job somewhere else with a good health plan? Continue reading

12:01

12:01.  The kiss had been kissed.  The champagne had been toasted.  The cheers had been cheered.

A sinking feeling in Julie’s stomach sent her out onto the patio and from there to the car.

What… something she’d forgotten.  Something…

“Shit.”  She had the car out of the driveway before she finished processing the thought. “Shift, fuck, DAMN.” Continue reading

Apocalypse Bingo!

I’m hosting Apocalypse Bingo over on Dreamwidth!

I’m trying something new – this bingo card has ==challenges== to it!  You can be going straight ahead and suddenly turn left!

I will takes prompts/suggestions on any of these that aren’t ==challenges==.  Since I’m hosting, I’m going to try to get a bingo and I’m going to try to take a route that leads me few at least a few challenges.

Come play along!  AllBingo is very friendly and easy to play along to! Continue reading

2018

Happy 2018, everyone!

May it give us what we want and may we have the strength to reach for our goals.

May it throw us no curveballs we can’t handle and may we handle those we’re thrown with grace.

May we hear opportunity when it knocks and not hide under the bed.

💛 💚 💙 💜 ❤️

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A Fresh Start…? 2

Written to Ganet’s prompt:

a package arrives in the mail the day after New Year’s. (Or more mysteriously, on New Year’s Day.)

Mail didn’t usually arrive on federal holidays.
Heck, in Caroline’s neck of the woods, mail barely arrived at all.
But there it was, the mail van pulling up, the package sliding into the box.

Caroline checked her phone, her computer, and the TV (Which was playing an endless stream of “best of”) to be sure, but yes, it was New Year’s Day.  And yes, there was a package sticking out of her mailbox.

She walked down the driveway, donning three coats and two pairs of mittens, boots over two pairs of socks, and two hats, to get there. Continue reading

A Fresh Start…?

Written to @inspectorCaracal‘s prompt: 

Waking up with no memories and a pamphlet explaining you have been given a fresh start in life

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He woke.

He was in a room with a bed, a small table holding a suitcase and a bag, and a mirror; two doors and a window led out of the room.

He knew all those things, but he had no idea how he’d gotten there.

He had no idea who had gotten there.  Continue reading