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“Welcome to Flash! Friday # 41! One of the marvelous peculiarities of this planet and our humanness is we are limited in view to what was and what is. The world of what will be hides from our eyes. If that doesn’t get a writer’s imagination all fired up, I don’t know what does! Because one thing’s for sure: the future, dear writers, is coming. How do you imagine it?” @postupak

How indeed. Come join in the fun over at Flash! Friday, and write to the tune of this week’s photo prompt.

dust-storm-texas-1935Here’s what I came up with. What’s your story?
I Come Again.
Thirty years ago, I gathered the air to me, all around my naked body, lifting myself off the ground. Warm gusts caressed every inch of my exposed skin, snaking around my limbs and my stomach. Dust billowing up into the maelstrom peppered my risen form, the contrasting gritty texture raising goosebumps on my flesh from head to toe.
From my vantage point in the sky, I saw Mother and Pastor Hicks. They were good, the people of my quiet village. I turned away from them, away from home. Casting my sights to the untamed world, the savage many, I brought my storms to bear across the land.
The great dust storm of 1983, that’s what they called it. They still don’t know it was me.
I have been called Mother Nature. I have been called an act of God. I have been, and will be, called many things.
Born a human, but somehow more, my purpose is to bring this unruly world to task.
I have brought tornadoes, hurricanes and tsunamis. I have shaken the Earth herself. I have called down lightening to strike the mighty forests to purge the surrounding lands. Still, too many humans remain. The world cannot live under the weight of so many wicked miscreants.
The great flood in the beginning times was God’s move, one he promised never to make again. I hold myself to no such pact, for it wasn’t I who made it.
The moon holds the power to pull the tides that could submerge the lands once again. Twice each month, during the full moon and the new moon, Luna’s pull is strongest. The last super moon was on June 23, 2013. If my calculations are correct, the closest full moon of this century will occur on December 6, 2052. On that day, I will begin the new flood at the Bay of Fundy, exerting all of my considerable force to influence the high tide there.
Only the chosen will receive this warning. Those who choose to heed the warning will survive. Those who survive will call me Revelation or Apocalypse, for indeed I am the wrath of God.
@West1Jess
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Jess

Jessica West (West1Jess) is pursuing a state of self-induced psychosis (reading, writing, editing). She lives in Acadiana with three daughters still young enough to think she’s cool and a husband who knows better but likes her anyway.

0 Comments for "I Come Again"

  • Sonia Lal

    I don’t know if I should be cheer or start battening down the hatches. Maybe both . . . LOL

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    • Jessica West

      Ha! I don’t know, I’m a little torn myself. 🙂

      Reply
  • Helen A. Howell

    OMG somebody give me an umbrella! I with Sonia, shouts hooray as she runs for cover ^_^

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    • Jessica West

      Run for high ground! Wait… we still have a good 40 years. I’ve got it! We’ll build an ark!

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      • timvansant

        Can I reserve a private cabin on your ark?

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      • Jessica West

        Of course. I have a special floor just for writers. Free wifi.

        Reply

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