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Sapience #5

This week, our writers had 10 minutes to personify a non-human object in their writing exercise.

Sapience of Doom #5 by Greg Carruthers

Ames rapped his wizened fist gently on the scarred surface as he spoke, "Ah...If tables could talk...what do you think this one would say?" Nesh smiled weakly, she tried to indulge him at times like this, it was the dementia, clearly, but she couldn't stop him, that would have been more than heartless. Ten years ago he would have recognised Dorlet, she had been his table for the full expanse of his tenure, 3000 cycles and more. At least 2000 of them had been worthwhile, 2000 where the mind was as quick as the preserved flesh. 

"I bet it'd laugh about that man that came in yesterday... what was his name again dear?" Nesh rubbed her temples and tried to hide her expression, peering at the table she saw the whorls in the oak begin to loll lazily. Dorlet was weeping.   

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GCD of Doom #3

Goal/Conflict/Disaster of Doom. Each writer had 10 minutes to write a scene to the following prompt:

Goal: Protagonist must convince their offspring to follow a ‘set path’

Conflict: The offspring has their own plans and the protagonist is themselves conflicted about the right choice.

Disaster: ? Your choice…

GCD of Doom #3 by Greg Carruthers

Anders couldn't recall where they'd landed at first, he turned and surveyed his surroundings closely, couldn't seem to keep his hands from shaking, the chronometric drone dancing on his shoulder. 

"There," Sula pointed, "Sumerian runes?" 

Anders shuddered, his lips quivered out the syllables, "We're in...Gilgamesh."

“We should read them?" She looked up at him expectantly, The longing in her eyes, the essence of life that had left him long ago. He turned away, grabbing the drone, mid step and began winding the squirming clock furiously,

"Can we dad? Did you hear me?"

"No, not now...not now...not." The gears began to unwind, the hands struck midnight.