It’s been a while, but I’ve finally managed to get a story in on time for Monday’s Finish the Story. And what a prompt – there’ve been some very interesting interpretations on what this actually is!

Finish the story starts with “I see absolutely everything”.

Here’s my attempt:

*a conversation between the Ancient All Powerful Being and his 4 year old son.

“I see absolutely everything” boomed the all pervading voice of the Ancient Seer.

“Can you see Santa?”

“Of course I see Santa, I see all.”

“What’s he doing?”

“He’s ah.. feeding his reindeer.”

“What’s a reindeer?”

“It’s a large fluffy beast. With antlers. They like snow, and carrots.”

“You mean like Sven from Frozen?”

“Yes, just like Sven.”

“What if you’re asleep? Don’t you have to close your eyes?”

“Son..” the All Powerful Being turned to the boy. “All Powerful Beings do not sleep. Plus, I have no eyelids” he added, scratching the little boy’s head.

“But what if its night time and dark and there’s no ‘lectricity’?”

The All Seeing Being smiled. “Then I will know. Because to see all is to know all. You will understand that one day when you become the All Powerful Seer.”

“Dad..”

“Yes, Son.”

“What’s an eye lid?”

A scream of parental angst rang out through the universe.

This is my contribution to this week’s Monday’s Finish the Story, brought to us by Barbara Beacham. Thanks Barbara for another great prompt!

Finish the story starts with:  “The team employed the use of Nightshade to get the information they wanted from their captive.”

Their captive sat staring at the floor with unseeing eyes. Robbie turned to his audience. “See boys? This is how we do business in the Nightshade Clan. Total submission, and without a drop of blood being spilt.”

He slowly circled his prize, careful to let the echo of each step beat into the room before following with the next. “This is why we are the most evolved of the Clans. Because we have moved beyond the need for baseless violence.” He waited for the murmurs of approval to die out before continuing.

“The Roses, they like to stab with their thorns. And the Iris’s..” He rubbed the scar which marred length of his arm. “The Irises, now they like to work slowly.”

He stopped in front of the chair and grabbed a handful of hair, snapping the head back to stare into a pair of cloudy white eyes. “And we will afford them the same courtesy.”

This is my contribution to Monday’s Finish the Story – brought to us by Barbara Beacham.

Finish the story starts with: “The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event.”

It told of the day that our world died. And it told us of a time before the event which plunged our world into darkness. They say these carvings were made by those who had seen the old world. A world where we could create daylight with the touch of a finger, and fly around the world inside the belly of a giant bird. A world where there was more food than we could ever consume. And water. There were oceans and rivers in this world, so much water that you could immerse yourself in it.

Then the rock fell from the sky, and our world was changed forever.

But this is just a story, a child’s tale. Some say that there was no old world, and that the carvings were made to give us something to dream about.