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Stories will not be written easily. A story without a heart is dead, and the only place it will get a heart is from the author.

Writing Prompt: 09-05-2014

Origin“The Last Human” by Kari Christensen. I do not know this artist or his work, so beware if you decide to look him up. 

Feeling inspired? Write something from this prompt! You can leave a response in the comments, or move the prompt to your blog and leave a link in the comments. (Yes, folks. I like getting comments.)

[I really look forward to being able to read anything you write from this prompt, and I expect to enjoy it very much and for my readers to also enjoy it. That said, please keep everything as clean as it gets because otherwise I will delete the comment or link to your blog.”Only what is good for building up…” If in doubt, ask. My contact information is on the About page.]

Edit: One of my readers did look up his work and asked me to add in here that he does have some pieces that are questionable at best. 

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10 thoughts on “Writing Prompt: 09-05-2014

  1. THIS PICTURE.
    I may or may not be able to come up with something for it, but I just had to say that. : )

    (By the way, because I can’t remember if I commented on your ToGW fan-fiction or not, I really loved “A Dance for the Bard Eanrin”. I voted for it, and I really hope you win!)

  2. The warbot crunched through the graveyard.
    iPa clutched Jon in her arms. He slept on, quiet for now. She prayed he’d keep sleeping. Master had ordered her to protect him.
    The warbot paused, searching for human life.
    “Don’t let it see us,” iPa prayed. Did God answer the prayers of robots? iPa hoped he did.
    The warbot stomped onward, ignoring iPa and Jon.

    iPa ran through the night. She had to make it out of the warbot occupied town. Finally, she made it to the country, where no warbots hunted. She headed down a road. Maybe there were humans here. She had to find them before she shut down.
    1% ENERGY LEFT. INITIATE STANDBY iPa’s diagnostics warned.
    No! iPa shoved back the darkness that threatened to overtake her and walked on, though all science said she should have gone to sleep.
    .1% the reading said.
    Something moved on the side of the road. A man stepped out, a rifle aimed at her.
    iPa fell to her knees.
    Jon cried.
    “Dad, it’s got a baby!” a girl yelled.
    The man stared. “Bots kill babies.”
    A girl darted from the trees beside the road. She grabbed Jon.
    The man flipped open iPa’s visor. “Impossible. Bots can’t go without any charge.”
    The girl looked over his shoulder. “This one did. Can we charge her up, please?”
    “We’ll try but she’s so low, might be beyond saving.”
    iPa’s vision went dark.

  3. Jane hid behind the wall. Her father’s words still rung in her ear.
    “Keep the baby safe, Jane,” he’d said. ” He is our last hope.”
    She held the baby close. Would the iron golem hear his cries? After what seemed like hours, the iron golem headed for town. Jane swiftly ran into the rocket. She needed to go to planet Earth.

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