A DYSTOPIAN/SCI-FI/WHATEVER IDEA FOR A BOOK

A purple sky tainted the morning, lighting the sleeping quarters of the guard. The customary mark of respect replacing the usual green hue that greeted the start of a new day. An Original had died, not that he didn’t know that. Continue reading

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WEEKLY WRITING CHALLENGE

FREE FLOATING 768 Words

Clark had visited most of the beaches on his to-do list. This was number twenty-seven and he’d been itching to get in. First though, a few careful tests needed doing before he contemplated stepping even a pinkie-toe in the water. Clark removed the pipette from his bag and edged carefully towards the shoreline. People stared. He’d gotten used to that over the past six months. Reaching down, he squeezed the rubber end and filled the tube, jumping back just in time as a wave rolled gently onto the beach. Continue reading