Every week a photo is used as a prompt to create a piece of fiction in around 200 words. If you want to have a go, then head over to the page here, and take a look. You can read what other people have written by clicking on the little froggy.
Merrick took another bite of her sausage roll as she entered data for the test. Glancing up at the equation, converting the haphazard confusion of symbols into numbers that would create history and maybe, she thought, even make life better for people. She picked a crumb from the corner of mouth and brushed the remains from her lap.
Finishing the remaining data, Merrick started the debug routine, stood up and walked away. She heard the whirring of machinery powering up and froze. Turning in horror, she realised that she pressed the execute command rather than debugging.
She tried to stop it by repeatedly pressing the escape button, when that didn’t work she yanked the plug from the wall, but to no avail. Running to the observation window, she saw streams of light passing each other and smiled at the fact that even though she pressed execute, everything appeared to work as it should.
Then forks of light started reaching across the barriers, fingers trying to intertwine, energy creeping toward each other, drawn by their own opposition. The tendrils touched … there was an explosion of light and excruciating pain for an iota of a second.
Then the blackness of death claimed her
A Mixed Bag 