Friday Fictioneers-Firestorm

copyright-roger-bultot“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”
George Orwell, 1984

George remembers the day it all changed. It was spring time. Chilly, but the sun was glorious. Camilla, his wife, stirred homemade soup on the gas range while the kids bustled around the backyard, clad in jeans and wool sweaters. Mowgli, their dog followed close behind.

He was at work when the sirens went off. While wrapped in a protective suit, bombs detonated and the firestorm decimated every living soul.

George’s family is dead, but he keeps searching for survivors. He’ll keep looking in every empty car, abandoned home, and town.

He can’t be the only one left. He can’t.

100 Words/Genre: Apocalyptic Fiction

Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. Please be sure to go to her page and read the stories from other writers. We are a rather eclectic group. I welcome kudos and criticism. Bring it on!

42 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers-Firestorm

    • It’s a photo prompt story. The tree had nothing to do with my story. The car did. It’s kinda fun trying to write a story in 100 words. It’s most definitely a lesson in discipline.

  1. A very sad tale Renee but as always so beautifully told. The final sentence evokes that sense of heartfelt sorrow for George’s predicament.

    • It’s one of my favorite genres. There is something so sad about the aftermath of the apocalypse. The dystopian atmosphere that’s left intrigues me. I wonder would I be able to survive? I don’t think I could. I think I’d find the easy way out. I’d kill myself. But maybe not. As long as I had paper and pencil, I might flourish.

    • It is a VERY strong possibility. I hope there is someone for George. I don’t want him to be alone. Even if it isn’t Camilla.

      Thanks for the kind compliment honey.

  2. Wow, you took this prompt boldly where no person has ever gone before, at least this week! Very inventive and well written; I have a cursing car and you have the end of humanity. Nice touch that he is searching in every empty car.

    • It’s one of my favorite genres to read, so I thought I’d try to write a short story. If I had the time, I’d really like to expand on it. I think George and Camilla have a compelling story to tell. Perry, you know I love comedy. But it can’t always be funny. We have to write the sad stuff too. I tend to veer that way. Not sure why. Maybe I wish for the end of humanity. Maybe I want to be left alone with a pencil and paper. Can you imagine the stories I could write???

      Love, Renee

  3. “the firestorm decimated every living soul.” Unfortunately, it does sound as if George is the sole survivor, destined to spend his final hours alone in a decimated world. How sad can you get?

    • Dear Doug,

      That George Orwell, I think he’s the one that began my love of Post-Apocalyptic Fiction. I would like to expand on this story. Give me time and I’m sure I will.

      Your comments are most welcome. Positive or negative, I cherish them. Thank you.

      Love, Renee

  4. Very well done, darling. Extra points for a) the 1984 reference, b) Jungle Book reference, and c) for not writing about the crushed car.

    • Thanks my sweet. When I saw the car I immediately pictured the end of the world. There’s something about the apocalypse that flips my trigger. Yes, I am a weirdo. But you already knew that.

      Love, Renee

  5. Such powerful writing. You set up your story so innocently with the first paragraph then pulled the rug away – wonderful. I hope too that George isn’t the only one.

  6. Dear Renee,

    You have a powerful piece going on here. I love the way you took us from bucolic to desolate in the short span of 100 words.

    I do have some suggestions that IMHO will make it stronger. If you don’t agree, that’s fine, too. 😉

    The first line…could do without George remembered. You make it obvious it’s from his POV later one. Perhaps something like “Change came in the spring”…and then go into the rest.

    I’m assuming that the first paragraph is George’s memories before he went to work. It would be hard for him to see all of that at work. Also I don’t think you need to tell us that George’s family is dead. It’s beautifully implied without spoon-feeding us.

    Desperately, George searched for survivors.

    “They can’t be dead. They can’t.”

    Only suggestions, Sis. As always if you want me to back off you need only say the words.



    • Dear Rochelle,

      You know I will take every suggestion you give me to heart. I’m seriously thinking of expanding on the story. I will make the necessary edits and hit that good old update button. Thank you so much Sis. You sure do know how to make a Sparkly Girl words shine. xoxoxoxxoxox.

      Love, Renee

  7. Dear Renee
    I loved this!
    Such a powerful story, you packed in so much detail and showed such desperation in the last line. Well done. Will there be more about George I wonder…
    Take care

  8. I am drawn to the psychology of this. I wonder if there is anything as frightening as even suspecting one is entirely alone? George Orwell meets Robinson Crusoe. Well done.

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