April 30, 2013 Writing 16

Every day, twice a day, exactly twelve hours apart, the bobbin appeared. The human like head would bob up from the water always facing the same direction, looking out on the horizon. Nothing existed within eyesight. No ship’s sail broke against the blue. No silver sky bullets created new paths among the clouds. In fact, it was rare that even clouds marred the crystalline surface of the sky.

One day, a steel rod breached the edge of the sea. The bobbin’s lips curled upwards revealing a row of perfect teeth. The pupil-less eyes closed and a sound that denied definition burst from its throat. The rest of its well-muscled yet sexless body rose from the water. Its flat toe-less feet strode small steps across the surface of the water, defying gravity. It paused and lifted its arms towards the sky like a child waiting eagerly to be picked up. It stood sullen and still hour after hour as the rod slowly grew larger in the distance.

The steel rod became a ship, though the ship had no sails. It glided smoothly in circular motions over the water. Only its shadow disturbed the ocean beneath. It moved slowly, the small colored lights along its belly rotating as it spun. The bobbinโ€™s arms dropped to its side and more bobbins rose from the sea, slowly emerging head first, one after the other, as sexless as the first, only the length of their hair giving any clue to their gender. Once the sea became nothing but bodies, the ship moved faster, enveloping them in a strange white-hot light. They shimmered and blinked out, disappearing quicker than they had appeared. Once the sea was empty, the ship moved to the shore. White light flashed and the bodies reappeared, no longer bobbins, but fully dressed like humans. Each one carried a weapon.

It was the beginning of the end.

July 31, 2013. A true account of the end of the world as seen from the edge of the pier by Janice Stephens, Reporter for the Daily News.


Forย  the Scriptic prompt exchange this week, k~ gave me this prompt: A woman in a dress is standing next to the edge of the pier on an overcast day. Why is she there?

I gave Diane this prompt: where the wind blows

This story was inspired by Ermilia’s Picture It and Write challenge. I wrote based on the picture used above.

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16 Responses

  1. Ermilia says:

    Wow! Loved this. The suspense you built was so cinematic. I can easily see this being in a movie trailer with dramatic music behind it. Fantastic! I seriously want to read this as a novel. What a great intro. ๐Ÿ˜€ Even when you’re rusty, you write brilliance! Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write, Sam.

    – Ermisenda

  2. Eric Storch says:

    Eerily strange and kind of sad.

  3. troy P. says:

    I liked this a lot. It’s something I haven’t read before, and all the ideas within (as well as the perfectly placed nonchalant tension), helped to keep my eyes peeled throughout.

  4. I think that movie would definitely give me nightmares…! ๐Ÿ˜‰

    • SAM says:

      I never thought of it like that, but then I didn’t see it in my head that way either–if it was just this scene, anyway.

      • A definite ‘beginning’ to a movie… As you wrote – “It was the beginning of the end.”
        I could imagine the ‘eerie’ sense of nonchalant destruction happening as the Bobbins ruthlessly, yet systematically annihilate everyone and everything in their path… My hope would be a ‘saviour’ appears at the 11th hour. However, that’s probably my dislike of nightmares talking… ๐Ÿ˜‰

  5. stankmeaner says:

    This was a departure from what I’ve read from you, I actually had to go back and re-read it because the first time I just kept thinking, wait, who am I reading again? I really enjoyed it, very strange and great visuals.

    • SAM says:

      Lol. I didn’t think it was all that different, but I guess the norm over the past few months hasn’t been like this. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

  6. k~ says:

    I love the way you combined the prompts, and created the “bobbins” out of it all. It captured my attention. I agree with some of your other posters, that it would make a good trailer for a movie, and if the water were moving, you would need no more than this intro and the picture above. Nicely done SAM ๐Ÿ™‚

  7. Anne Schilde says:

    What a serendipitous coincidence of prompts! Shame on me for seeing an ironic spin on the Rapture, but wouldn’t it be something if on the last day, only sexless sea creatures ascended? I also couldn’t help being amused by the thought of “bobbin” sightings like with Nessy or Bigfoot. An occasional blurry photograph in the Weekly World News… anyway, fun story, SAM!

    • SAM says:

      Thanks, Anne. I love seeing the very different perspectives my readers get from my stories. I love your take on it.

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