Here’s the last one – just in time for the Ink Slingers Guild meeting tomorrow. This writing exercise reminds me a little of Stephen King’s Dark Tower, which is what happens when you give this fantasy writer a word like “technology” to work with (thank you Brandon).
Die (my word), technology, mouth.
After the age of technology had died, passing in flame and ash and leaving the
shape of the world changed, rivers dry and flat lands where mountains used to
be, only a few remembered how things used to be. Martin reflected on this as he
stood at the mouth of the cave, the dark forbidding and complete. No sound came
from inside, it was as if time had stopped and swallowed whatever lay beyond.
The midday sun burned down, heating the back of his neck where his cowl had
slipped off his head, but even this did little to make the cool darkness
appealing. Martin would have rather roasted alive than stepped foot within, but
he had made it this far on his fated journey. He would continue, but only after
a rest, a moment spent gathering his thoughts and steeling his will. The legends
did not say what awaited him at the end, only that he must go, for if he didn’t,
the silver monsters would return, and this time they would leave nothing of the
world at all. A slow deep breath escaped Martin’s parched lips, and he took his
first step towards his last days on this earth, no more knowing what lay between
him and the end than he knew of the end itself.
The rest of my life has been put on the back burner of late because I’ve been working on getting my fourth book ready for release, but I’m really looking forward to seeing the Dark Tower movie – it’s at the top of my list when I’m able to resurface into the real world.
Have you seen the movie? What did you think?