The Summon of 2012

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View Writing Prompt: Mysterious Animals

Marza mewed sweetly from her high chair. Linda peeked into the kitchen. “Oh, no, ” she said aloud. Marza had made a huge mess again. This time her meal of calve hearts had hit the ceiling and some had made it as far as the living room couch. When Linda approached her, she kicked her hind legs and began to trill her tongue.

“Why can’t you be a good little and put your food in your mouth instead of…everywhere else,” Linda asked her sweetly through a toothy smile.

Marza returned the smile, exposing a triple row of razor sharp teeth and fluttered her three long-lashed eyes at Linda. Whenever she was excited her lavender hued fur would stand straight on end and the black stripe down for forehead would become luminescent, glowing like a black-lit poster from Linda’s youth. Linda found it impossible to stay mad at such a magnificent creation.

Marza wouldn’t stay small for long; however, and Linda dreaded the day. At this point lil M weighed approximately 52kg and was only 1 month old. With a proper diet, she would continue to gain approximately 10 – 15 kilograms a week and her height would double every month. In a eighteen months she would be able to peer into a second story house, the point at which she would be considered full grown. Like others of her kind, she was even-tempered, playful, and affectionate. However, there had been evidence of other’s similar to her hunting entire villages of families in Northern Europe, slaughtering and eating everyone and everything in sight. Thankfully, genetic testing had shown a difference between the two individual genomes that distinguished those like Marza as docile and not driven to hunt if fed properly.

In Linda’s past past life she had worked as a zoologist and taught at a local university, but when the Venus-Solar eclipse occurred in June of 2012 and soon after, her career took a drastic redirection. That fateful evening, the creatures emerged – some of which were dazzling, ethereal, even mythical – while others were downright terrifying and deadly. After the Summon, the entire world was overtaken with panic and for a good reason – many lives were lost in the beginning. Complete mania broke out. It was as if WWIII had begun, but this time the enemy was not man. It was everything else.

The world held it’s breath when the second Venus-Solar eclipse occured in 2017. Thankfully, the day passed uneventfully and left everyone scratching their heads as to why it happened before. It was now 2028, fourteen years since The Summon. A lot had changed and most of the regions inhabited by creatures had returned to a new normal while other regions were quarantined. The areas with the most lethal and terrifying ones were under constant military surveillance and completely walled off from society. In fact, one third of North America was no longer accessible to civilians. In the military zones, the world’s top biologists, geneticists, and scientists of every field relished in the observation, study, the poking and the prodding of any creature they could get close enough to.

None of them appeared to be linked to any species known to man and no one seemed to know exactly where any of them came from. Some experts speculated that some came from the depths of tropical rain forests, others  may  from South-American caves untouched by man, or from parts of Russia and Africa were humans did not inhabit. Nonetheless, the creatures came from everywhere and were in every country, in every city, across the globe. In 2019, it had been determined that approximately 106 genetically distinct creatures had been identified, and every year, at least 10 new ones were discovered. Linda had joined a special group of activists to help save the creatures, even the ones that were not docile, easily domesticated or harmless; a move that proved to saved thousands from being incinerated by military war heads and militia groups.

Linda turned to Marza and wiped her glowing nose with a hand towel. Marza violently sneezed. Orange snot dripped from Linda’s arm onto the floor. “Augh, you bad little,” Linda teased as she wiped the mess. Marza continued to mew and bunted her head tenderly against Linda’s now clean hand.

Suddenly, a loud alert came from the television in the living room. Linda had forgotten she had even had it on. She slowly walked towards the set and listened to the urgent announcement in between the siren. The announcer frantically spit the warning that the North border of The Summon Holding had been compromised and that everyone within a 100 mile radius must retreat to their shelters until further notice. Linda choked down her own saliva as the blood began to circulate wildly through her arteries and veins. The sanctuary where she worked and resided was only 22 miles from the border. She backed up from the television, walking backwards into the kitchen. She turned to Marza, but she was gone.The buckled straps that had held her in place were now chewed through completely and Marza was no where in sight. Linda’s heart leapt in her chest.

A low snarl came from under the kitchen table. Linda slowly lifted the table cloth and her eyes met glowing lava red orbs. Linda was so startled she fell back on to her bottom, hitting the floor. Marza emerged from under the table, her once lavender fur had shed, exposing sharp, jagged quils. The word “please” barely escaped the roof of Linda’s mouth before Marza lunged for her throat.

 

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The Summon of 2012 by Heather Brewer is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
Based on a work at https://mujerprolijo.wordpress.com/2016/03/02/the-summon-of-2012/.

Cosmic Irony

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View Writing Prompt: Oh, the Irony & Lonely Planet

 

Emily remembered the day she learned the truth. Like every thirty something, she lived her life taking for granted all the basic luxuries and conveniences that came with living in a developed country – running water, over-stocked mega grocery stores, transportation, smart phones, computers, but most of all – electricity. The day the sun became the enemy, Emily was driving in rush hour traffic from her nine-to-five, heading home to make dinner for herself and to feed her dog. She was irritated and restless. Her boss had given her a hard time about a project she had spent hours perfecting and she was still mulling over a break-up with a guy she dated for a short time, wondering what it was about her that had kept her single most of her adult life. The traffic was heavy, everyone in a hurry to get anywhere, everywhere, and nowhere.

With a deep sigh she flipped on the radio, a habit she outgrew years ago. Driving to and from work had become a refuge; it was the only time her mind was able to quiet, but today, she couldn’t shut off her thoughts. She turned the dial to a pop music station but instead of a song being played or a disc jockey running his mouth, she heard a very serious voice speaking formally to listeners. She turned the radio up.

“…what we are seeing here is one of the largest solar storms in history. If a solar flare produced by the storm and able to reach the sun, the sun will emit a massive burst of gas and magnetic energy – enough to destroy the infrastructure of power grids and cause widespread power outages. While this is the worst case scenario, it is dependent upon the amount of emissions that are able to reach earth. Our planet could be hit partially, fully, or missed completely…”

Emily listened on as the man continued to explain the phenomenon that with words she did not fully understand. Despite his proficiency in speech she could sense uneasiness in his voice.

“What we are trying to do is warn people of the possibility and urging everyone to be prepared. We cannot prevent widespread panic but we are asking everyone to band together…”

Adrenaline spiked her blood stream and now her mind was racing uncontrollably. She could feel her heart thump in her chest and the feeling of dread sat heavy at the bottom of her stomach. She looked at the cars around her. Everyone was at a dead stop. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw that her face had gone completely white, her pupils dilated. She glanced over at the car next to her. The woman in the driver’s seat had the same slack-jawed expression. They made eye contact and held it for a moment. Then the woman began to cry.

It took a week for the world to end. Major grocery outlets were being controlled by the National Guard or local militia groups while local markets were completely looted and burnt down. Goods were now being rationed out to families and individuals as the news made it more apparent that solar flares were imminent and to what extent the earth would be affected, unknown.

The day it happened, Emily stood on her porch sipping a three-finger pour of whiskey. She had quit going to work and stayed home preparing as best as she could. She was done for the day and the day was drawing close to dusk. She had been glued to the television for the past hour as the countdown began. NASA and other scientific organizations had gathered enough information to determine an approximate time that the sun would be impacted by solar flares and confirmed that emissions would reach earth. It was estimated that two-fifths of the globe would become radioactive and that a geomagnetic storm would completely dismantle the infrastructure and operations of every power-grid on earth. Electricity – and life as everyone knew it – would be gone in less than an hour.

Time ticked on as Emily stood on her porch staring at the landscape as the sun hovered in the fall sky and grey-yellow clouds gently folded around it. It was 9:38 pm when it happened. Emily watched as fire orange trails struck the sun’s surface, turning it into an orange glowing eclipse. The sky darkened and the sun appeared to triple in size. Emily blinked against its luminescence until everything grew dim. She watched in awe as the night sky turned into a kaleidoscope of colors. Auroras. Northern lights. Something she had heard about in science classes ages a go and typically occurred in the northern polar region of the globe. But tonight, the northern lights were on full display in Athens, Illinois. Emily stood in still as everything in her house went quiet and the rooms turned dark. Her ego began to dissipate until nothing existed – except the sky.

The months following the coronal mass emissions, millions upon millions of people died from radiation or starvation. Many more died from violence as society seemed to madden and those who survived were only able to on limited supplies. The true survivors were those who were raised with the ability to use the land, to grow crops, can their own goods, and heal the sick. Still, even that existence became impossible as the drought persisted and everything green began to die away. What was once a beautiful glowing blue and green orb was quickly turning into a monochrome version of itself.

No one was prepared for the way the world would actually end. Emily, like everyone else, knew the dangers of war, the possibility of nuclear arms being deployed, the reality of natural resources running out, and the impact of global warming; hot topics heavily debated on news channels and wine fueled dinner parties of the affluent. Ironically, the very thing that gave us life is what took it away.

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Cosmic Irony by Heather Brewer is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
Based on a work at https://mujerprolijo.wordpress.com/2016/02/25/cosmic-irony/.