They Found Us
Undisturbed for eons, rediscovered. A still planet orbits a dying sun. A hazy atmosphere surrounds the dead orb, and three small transports approach it…
So tell me.... If we (And by "we" I mean everyone on Ficly at the moment) all died at the exact same time, what would happen here? Who would find this electronic ghost town? What would they do? What would they see or think? Would they start writing on here? Would they ignore our posthumous words, and challenges, and series? Write a ficly about the person who finds our museum of words.
Undisturbed for eons, rediscovered. A still planet orbits a dying sun. A hazy atmosphere surrounds the dead orb, and three small transports approach it…
Bits of sand tick against the murky, wet widow-glass. A car, its tires buried by surf, sways under a strong coastal wind. Headlights, once illuminating the…
A bright screen These pages brim with words which have themselves already written. Boldness, vastness, but all irrelevant. A password The new title for this…
Armored black figures move with silent purpose through the ruins of the past. Goggle-eyed, seeing far more than visible light, they stalk down the corridors of…