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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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Human Extraction ~ #SpeculativeFiction #WritingPrompt

03 Friday May 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt

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Diana, of Myths of the Mirror has a new feature on her blog called, “Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt.”  Please visit the link above to find out more about the challenge, then join in the great fun!

Only yesterday he was himself, quite human, a regular guy, who had everything he needed. Today, things had changed. He awoke to a deafening noise, the sounds of gears turning, and electric pulses, the likes of which created a spark and flame about him. He laid as still as could be, afraid to make the slightest move. It was then he realized the noise was coming from him. He sat up, barely able to straighten himself. Something was blocking his movements, and it was something unnatural, this much he knew.

Looking at his arm, he saw what he thought were robotics, in a gleaming gold, running down to his wrist. In between, wires of some sort, held the pieces together. Parts of his arm were missing, but he felt no pain.

“I must be dreaming”, he thought to himself.

Trying not to move too quickly, he adjusted his head to gaze at his torso. Metal plates made their way down one side of him. His entire right side was now gone, pieces of his flesh no longer appeared where they should. Instead, he had become a robot, a monster in his own eyes. His eyes. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He could feel a heaviness on his face and could only conclude part of his face had also been changed. Damaged. He was no longer human. He was a freak. A mechanical freak. But why?

“Wake up, stupid!” He tried to will himself out of this nightmare.

But it wasn’t a nightmare. It was all real. During the night, the invaders had found him and taken him over. He had only heard of them through stories told by the old ones. Usually, he’d just slough it off as nonsense, but now he realized he should have listened more carefully. The question was what could he do about this predicament?

The electricity he was emitting was causing the room to flame. Smoke and fire surrounded him, as if he was being welded together….and he was. He couldn’t see them, but he knew they were there. His only saving grace was he couldn’t feel anything.

And he wondered, had he always been this way…

 

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The Last Eclipse ~ #poeticprose #SpeculativeWriting

07 Thursday Mar 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt

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#poetry, death, dorindaduclos.com, eclipse, final hour, moon, Myths of the Mirror, Night Owl Poetry, night sky, poems, power, speculative fiction, sun, writing, writing prompt

Diana, of Myths of the Mirror has a new feature on her blog called, “Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt.”  Please visit the link above to find out more about the challenge, then join in the great fun!

I’m drawn to the darkness hanging in the sky, did my moon eclipse the sun? And what of this wanderer, tis I, but am I to be the chosen one? To watch, as light escapes from the clutches, of an ebony orb, up high; drawing me closer, as my soul, it touches, and still I can’t help wonder why.

I feel the vibrations flowing to Earth, could it be I am meant to depart? Will this beacon of light ever show me my worth, or will it swallow up my heart? The nearer I get to this magical sphere, whose presence has not moved an inch; I can only imagine why it holds me so dear, oh, these goosebumps that so make me flinch! I can’t turn away from the beauty above, I am hypnotized by its power; in the distance, the soft coo of a mourning dove, alas, I grow weary, in my final hour.

 

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Up a Tree ~ #poetry #SpeculativeWriting

04 Monday Feb 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt

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#poetry, branch, dorindaduclos.com, elephant, friends, help, mice, Myths of the Mirror, Night Owl Poetry, poems, snow, speculative fiction, spring, tree, Winter, writing, writing prompt

Diana, of Myths of the Mirror has a new feature on her blog called, “New Year, New Feature: a Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt.”  Please visit the link above to find out more about the challenge, then get to it!

I bet you thought they would frighten me

All those white mice, nestled in an old tree

But let me tell you, how they got up there

This is a scene, most think would be rare

I heard them holler, so I came, like thunder

Buried in the snow, was a house, gone under

I had to figure out a way, to help save the mice

There wasn’t much time, I couldn’t think twice

I picked up the house, and held it in my trunk

Lifted it up to the tree, dropped it down, plunk

Straightened it, carefully, in the bend of a branch

Those little mice, still, on top of their ranch

When all had settled, they thanked me a bunch

For not thinking to make them, my dinner or lunch

Making sure they’d be fine, I turned to head home

Back to the jungle, where I most like to roam

Waving, they said, they hoped we’d be friends

Nodding, I left, but this isn’t quite where it ends

Soon I returned, on the first day of spring

To set the house aground, but this time I brought string

 

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