The Change had begun in developing countries. Vast patches in Africa, Asia, and South America had been enveloped by a throbbing mass that covered city buildings, slums, and patchwork homes. The last to be engulfed in the southern hemisphere had been the palatial residences in which lived the corrupt and the wealthy. The Western world had been confident and smug in their belief they would remain unaffected. But Humanity was not safe. The growth began in the outskirts of London. Unnoticed for the moment, the mass sensed the hatred and despair within the brick walls. It had work to do.
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2019
(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)
I really liked the idea of the Change
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I can imagine the Change being a catalyst to not only physical changes but social changes as well.
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So frightening to think this could be entirely possible. 😳
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Sometimes it is needed to force a much needed social change.
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Dark and spooky stuff, Colline! I like it.
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Thank you so much Dale! 😄
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Compelling fiction!
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Thank you John. Sometimes I do not know where these dark ideas come from!
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Defiitely apocalyptic in tone, and very chilling.
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My mind often turns to the apocalyptic when writing flash fiction …
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Very dark & chilling!
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Thank you. I wanted an apocalyptic feel to it.
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Dear Colline,
A fear the western world is a bit too complacent. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I agree – but they cannot escape retribution 🙂
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A good idea, Colline
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Thank you so much Robbie.
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A mysterious tale with a lot left to the reader’s imagination and interpretation. Nicely done! =)
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Thank you so much 🙂
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