This is a new writing exercise, by @jeezzle, for all of us aspiring fiction writers. Every day for this week @jeezzle will be posting a newspaper article without any context behind it.
The point of this exercise is to create a short fiction story based on the headline of the article regardless of what content originally followed it.
The link to her story for today's prompt an empty feeling can be found here: https://steemit.com/writingexercise/@jeezzle/write-a-story-using-a-newspaper-article-headline-day-5-an-empty-feeling
The clamps held my head still and my eyelids wide open. The ugly little grey bastard fiddled about with them until he was sure he had it just right. He must have been satisfied because the machinery started with a high pitched whine and a clunk and the needles started towards my eyeballs. I thought I heard a pop as they passed through the membrane, but I probably hallucinated that because I couldn't hear shit above the noise of screaming.
I knew there was no point in fighting, now.
But like a cornered wild dog I fought back hard. I wouldn't let them have an easy ride.
We were so close.
Ever since they revealed themselves we fought them, even back when the Government believed their WE-COME-IN-PEACE horseshit, and called us enemies of the people!
The Greys revealed their true purpose soon enough and government after government toppled and with them the organised military resistance. Only groups like mine survived. When the real enemies of the people showed their true colours we became the new heros: The People's Resistance.
Because we were OffNet and OffGrid we confused and eluded them. We successfully disrupted their programme, with several successful bombing missions.
It hadn’t stopped it, of course.
But it slowed the bastards down. We got under their skin. We had grown in numbers and sophistication. That’s why my infiltration into their Hive had badly shocked them.
We were close.
And they knew we were close.
As the tiny nanobots flowed out of the needle, and into my brain, I battled them with all my might, and then felt something crack in my head. The snap of a stepped-on twig in the forest of my mind.
An empty feeling invaded my head - no not invaded. It was coming home. It belonged here. It chased all my fear, all my anger and all my other feelings out of its path. Behind it rushed feelings of purpose, elation and strength. I felt the nano-technology click into place in my brain and I knew I what I had to do.
Everything makes sense, now.
The Plan makes sense.
And I will destroy all those who dare to interfere with it.
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The picture I made using a photo of one of my needle-felted creations - a Grey - and a photo I took this morning of the beach. I wrote the bones of the story using http://www.themostdangerouswritingapp.com/ and then used google docs to edit it and flesh it out.