The Writers Block is hosting a 100-word story competition.
100 words are enough to tell a complete and compelling story. I enjoy it.
This week our prompt words are "Fighting and Ray."
Here is the link to Jayna's post:
https://steemit.com/contest/@thewritersblock/introducingour100-wordmicro-fictionchallenge-msw1c2domk
This contest's offering titled:
The Petrified Forest.
(an antique land)
Father, Sir. General.
You are the champion of our civilization.
A ray of strength and hope in this Universal fighting.
Our empire shall ever endure.
Like you, I take my assignment immediately after my son is born, he will never know me.
Though you are tens of light years away, would you give a few words to your grandson,
who I name after you.
The General sends:
On this day, from across the Universe, I shall chisel your name into the base of a granite pillar.
“King of Kings, Ozymandias, Am I.”
“Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair.”
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Henry Gant took the picture you see. And wrote the story you read.
The wood petrified million of years ago on its own.
For those who don't know the story:
Percy Bysshe Shelley and poet Horace Smith entered into a friendly competition; both writing a sonnet on the same topic.
I imagined that the friendly competition is still open to anyone and that I can enter.
They choose to explore a passage from the Greek historian Diodorus Siculus, which described an Egyptian statue with the inscription: "King of Kings Ozymandias am I." It is the only remnant of the Ozymandias' kingdom which has vanished to history.
This is especially relevant today as there are growing clues to a vanished civilization much more advanced than we presently care to admit/study/acknowledge.
H. G.