H.L. Pauff

Short Fiction, Thoughts on Writing, Chaos

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Fireworks

fireworks-lora-mitchell2Flashes of color lit up the sky, chasing away the darkness for the briefest of moments. The crowd cheered as the warriors marched towards their space cruisers with the weight of the world on their shoulders.

Only three weeks had passed since the structure appeared and darkened the skies, but its effects were already felt worldwide. Plants drooped and browned, cold winds pierced the thickest of jackets and madness ran rampant.

The Coalition labeled them a Class M civilization too plagued by infighting to repel planetary resource raiding. The Coalition was going to learn what a united humanity could do.

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Here’s my story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Go check out the other stories!

8 Responses to Fireworks

  1. Zina Hermez says:

    I like your beginning, “Flashes of color lit up the sky, chasing away the darkness for the briefest of moments.” If you didn’t have the beautiful picture, it would still give an image in my mind. I like this story. Nicely done.

  2. “United humanity”. would this be fantasy or sci fi? Good job creating the atmosphere, H.L.

  3. Jack says:

    This packs a lot into a short space – the effect on the planet as well as the way humanity is reacting – and you do a great job with the description.

  4. Tomekha says:

    I’m intrigued. Alien invasion? Really good work.

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