The fear was palpable, yet everyone stood at ridged attention unable to hunch or hide from the coming of fate. Even the slightest breeze could cause a flurry of turmoil here, as without meaning to one would brush up against the next, so tightly packed in were they. That however was the way of things…here. There was no escape, if you were born here then you died here. The nights had gotten longer, and even those with the most closed of ears could hear the hum of the harvest getting closer. Destiny was finally upon them and its name was combine.
Harvested corn field
This is a 100 Word Challenge for adults. The prompt was HARVEST, and the challenge is to use 100 words plus the prompt (ie 101 words total) to tell your story. The link closes on Monday. Have fun writing!
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So well written I feel bad for the corn…
Thank you! The prompt was HARVEST so my goal was to go atypical for an expected focus. I don’t think about the pumpkins I carve as having feelings either…perhaps I should 🙂
A heartless, meticulous reaper – and we the harvest 🙂
Thank you Eric! Though I fear my metaphors fall short if I compare them to your work in Fallen Grace 🙂 As always I enjoy your comments as much as your posts.
Did you, by any chance, grow up picking potatoes in Aroostook County, Maine? Really, well written!
Thank you so much, what a lovely complement! No I grew up surrounded by the corn fields of southern Illinois. Children of the corn never seemed as scary as when I watched it back home 🙂
I would think so — I read Steven King’s “It” while I lived in the apartment building at the corner where the first incident occurs. Woo-oooo-ooh!
You are more brave than I! I wouldn’t have been sleeping well at night or closing the bathroom door 🙂
I was pretty freaked out, I’ll tell you. The whole book takes place in Bangor, called Derry, and wherever I went, I saw scenes from the book. I didn’t go out at night for a couple of months! 😎
Like how you have made it almost apocalyptic! Nice take on the prompt.
Thank you I was trying to give a hopeless /desperate feel to the story. I love that it read as apocalyptic!
I really liked the idea that the crop was personified. You put it in a really desolate situation that was out of it’s control.
Thank you! I grew up around corn fields and I always thought that from late summer on the fields had a sadder or scarier vibe to them. The green is gone and all they have left to give is the corn, which is something they cannot come back from. Taking the perspective of the harvested rather than the harvester was an interesting change of pace.
Love this angle! Very clever x
Thank you! I wanted to look at something commonplace in an atypical way. I am flattered you found it clever.