Statistics

 

 

If we’re all dead there can be no apocalypse

Sounds extreme

Or not

 

Could there be a better way

 

Let’s look at the math

The Reaper takes away (-)

So does the Apocalypse (-)

That means we’re done for, you know, the human race (-)

Now that’s supposed to be correct

The addition

The algebraic equation

Parentheses protecting implications

I’ve always hated algebra I cannot deny

But what if somehow can we stay (+)

How can two negatives make a positive?

I mean even opposing each other a zero results

Still the end

We are done for again

Well

I expect a Nobel Prize if I can work it out

Peace will reign

 

Let’s look at a dragon battle, a simple game

Why

Because they want the prize

Continued existence

Renewed life

Riches untold in food and gold

Positive stuff

Annihilation that equals a positive

Now, keep emotions in check

Warmongering at bay

A mathematical mind

Stay

Focus

 

So

Reaper Dragon (-) meets the Apocalypse Dragon (-)

They face but he dares not bow

Practically

One swipe of the scythe Apocalypse could be gone

He’s too wise, older than time, ancient being to offer his neck

Been around since the creation

In fact he was here first

He boasts

“You must take everyone at once to defeat me Reaper” (-)

I would imagine he’d roar

“Only without humanity there can be no apocalypse (-)

Simply no one would be around to record the event (-)

And you will cease to exist (-)

With nothing to reap (-)

Yet kill humanity you kill yourself (-)

Doom and his instrument, me and you, we are peas in a pod” (-)

 

So far the math follows

But

 

The Reaper considered the reality of his jest

No more than that it could be

“I’m condemned before I get started

Hopeless at the gate

We’ll see”

With a swipe unseen Apocalypse staggered back

Head held on by a thread proverbially

Or still stuck on his shoulders by internal goo

No time for surprise

It did its apocalyptic best to swipe back, retaliate

To conjure chaos, destruction and the end

A sucker punch at the most

Connect it must

“My power… no…

Where did it go?”

The Reaper shakes its head

Smiles that boney grin

“It’s your time, RIP”

Scythe raised a final blow (-)

Apocalypse gone, no more in this place (-)

Into thin air

Vanished without a trace

Not even becoming dust like television vampires do (+)

Yes, television was saved too (+ +)

 

The thing with statistics is although it all adds up

Averages out

One variable throws it off

Changes the graph

Annihilation was high, now it’s low

Execs harumph – humph that it cannot be

A negative plus a negative equals a positive

Read it and weep

 

Well, what do you know

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘Tween Places Three

 

 

He started thinking to himself then turned looking at the, what he figured to be, the dead guy in his front seat. In fact, he seemed a little more decayed. “Bodies don’t decay that fast… do they? The hood sure cooled down fast. It’s not cool… hey, I can’t tell. Doesn’t feel like anything.” He thought of jumping down and found himself by the door, the driver’s door. “Why haven’t I called the police?” He reached for his cell but he didn’t have it. “I have to get it from the car… gross, well at least he’s dead. There won’t be a ‘struggle’.” There were lights in the distance, a car slowly rolling down the street. “Wonder what time… the light hasn’t changed. Still a strange color for twilight… shouldn’t it be night…”

 

The car was stopped behind his. A police officer was out looking in the windows. He tried the door.

 

 

Those ‘Tween Places

 

He just went to sleep and didn’t wake up… but he didn’t know it. Driving home he was tired, so tired. He pulled off the road to shut his eyes for a moment. “They’re just so heavy.” He’d made certain windows were up and doors all locked before he began to sink back when his eyes snapped open, “Did I pass out…” Rubbing the sleep out he looked around. “Strange color for twilight. Time?” He got out of the car and began walking to liven up a bit.

… Liven up.

Turning back he stopped fear gripping his chest. “Someone’s in the front… looks like… me?”

 

He stepped closer.

 

 

 

100wcgu-7

 

 

http://juliasplace.org.uk/100wcgu/sudden-death/

 

100 Word Challenge For Grown-Ups

 

The prompt is

 

“…he just went to sleep and didn’t wake up…”

 

 

 

Haven’t Got A Clue Yet But That Doesn’t Mean Anything

 

Another day but still no way, nothing

“Why does the world fight back when…”

A phrase simple enough but then

Too much wine with salmon and greens

 

I know! “Sitting at the desk catching a glimpse of the evil eye charm…”

 

“Nah, that’s going nowhere”, I mused (about this writing challenge I chose to embark upon).

 

Hmmm…..

Well, what about that other story?

 

 

Astrid was watching Natalie closely though Natalie didn’t know it. “Her foot moved, my arm is lower and Agon will be gone for a while. I know just how long he’s going to take. Wish there were some way I could tell her.”

 

 

 

 100wcgu-7

 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups

 

http://juliasplace.org.uk/100wcgu/100-word-challenge-grown-ups/

 

 The Prompt Is: “….why does the world fight back when….”