Finish the Fiction Story Contest ~ WEEK #9

in greetersguild •  7 years ago  (edited)

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The Script

Damarthy is the paradoxical remnant of a gigantic megalopolis from Shintiara’s future. It is perhaps the greatest singularity of the whole planet.
A well-known saying in Shintiara goes: “If you don’t know what time you’re in, you certainly know where you are: Damarthy, the most ancient city of the future.”

The few that have overcome the difficulties of the intricate Canyons of Wind tell of a vast city with enormous glass buildings and inhabited by rough, primitive men.
These natives most likely live in the shelter of futuristic metal superstructures, the origins of which they don’t comprehend, which they nonetheless exploit to make simple tools and weapons by detaching fragments from them.

Mighty redwoods claim their living space, erupting from cracked cement and rising upwards as if in challenge to the artificial constructions.
This great vertical forest that invades every part of the city is home to different types of wild animals that contend for territory with the native populations.

There are some who swear that a mysterious sect of hyperhumans hides in the ruins, people who have evolved their bodies so unnaturally that they have completely changed into machines, but in the process they have lost their souls…

The Ending

It was time for the monthly hunt, and the natives were restless. Picking the shards of glass and window framing from the lower floors of the skyscrapers. The glass made it easy to cut through the tough skin of their prey. The mighty redwoods gave cover to the wild animals, but sometimes they would fall in the huge cracks in the concrete, which made it easy to capture the defenseless creatures. But, the natives had to be quick, as the creatures ate their own. Damarthy was running out of real men, as primitive as they were. Some of the natives didn't even hunt anymore, they just stayed at the top of the glass buildings, looking down at all the creatures. Could they be up to something? How could they survive up there and never eat? Maybe they were planning on taking over Shintiara, if they didn't have to waste time catching and eating food, they would have more time for problem solving. Soon they would be ready to leave the 65th floor and tackle the Canyons of Wind.

The Script by @f3nix ~ The Ending by Bruni

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Nice! So, what do the looking down natives eat? Are they the hyperhumans?
I like the fact your ending let some questions open 👏👏👏👍😎

I see your ending as a metaphor of our lives, where we often cannot take our time to think to greater things, busy as we are with everyday basic needs and issues. Bravo!!

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