Monday, May 30, 2016


Tell a story based on this setting:


  1. It's been a few years now, since the grid went down. Sure, a few folk still have gas for their cars, or generators, but most of us have had to learn how to live it rough. I was one of the lucky ones - the day things went south, I was doing a bit of light maintenance on my retreat. I remember those early days all too well. I still have not found any survivors, though I have been looking since about a week after it happened.


    The world had seen it coming, though none knew when it was going to happen. First it was prophesied in 2000 - a major financial crash. Then it was 2014 - I don't even recall what the trigger was supposed to be. The next prediction was 2017 when the US elections finally took hold. We didn't make it to 2017. I don't know what triggered "The Event" or how "they" managed to pull it off. All I know is that I was in the middle of sawing a board to replace one that showed signs of rot when everything went dead.

    Since this is my retreat, I'm off the grid - everything is solar, wind, or nature powered. So, I guess whatever it was, was from an EMP blast. Now, I get to sit and wait. There's four more who agreed to be here when things went down. I hope they've made it out all right. That glow on the horizon has me worried. One thing we did not count on was some idiot setting the forest on fire. When I first saw it, I thought I was watching the sun set. Then I realized - that glow is to the south, not the west. There's no natural fire break either between here and there. If that really is a spreading fire, not just some town going up in flames, I'm in trouble. Guess it's time to start looking at the supplies, and putting together a bug out bug out pack.

  2. It was the sky that drew her.

    Alyra had known this forest for her entire life. She knew every tree and bush-- knew their ancestors and the seedlings that would become their offspring. She had nurtured them for millennia, protected them since even before they had truly needed protection. She knew every deerpath-- every bear den. This was HER forest, and it loved her, just as she loved it.

    But the sky spoke of more than love. It spoke of adventure. Of un-pursued dreams. It beckoned to her, tantalizing with its infinity. What could be just beyond that last hill? That last line of trees? What could lay outside her beloved forest?

    Surely the trees would not hate her for finding out.