March Madness
Day 24. I wrote 43,407 words.
Used prompts: union and psychic.
I am busy creating a main character (is that a must?) and have a hard time to stay awake during writing. I think the train operator infected me.
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03-24 (Day 24) - word count: 1934
The father was nearby like he always was and watched over them.
Just a few knew about his existence. Those who did were seldom aware of him. He had worked for a long time to make the earth the way it was now. Soon his work would be done and it was his time rest.
Every time he thought about what he had achieved he felt satisfied and proud, at times even happy.
Soon the world would be perfect. By now they were everywhere, his followers, his children. There was no need for them to spread the good news.
Already centuries ago it was proved that, no matter if they had ears, the living were not able to listen, to hear the truth, to understand the spoken nor written words and not able to learn from history. So he had given up on proving and trying to make them understand.
There were just two things his children needed to do.
It was obeying and finding those who were no longer needed. These were the males to start with and next the females. His children searched for every living being they could find.
At the central collection point they were selected by gender.
With his creations he proved the Mother didn't turn out to be almighty one at all. How good it felt to be right after such a long time. His children were a fact and the Mother knew, since she had not intervene once.
While she was resting he had found a way to destroy her immortals, and he had created the perfect being.
Each time he looked at his sons he felt proud. They were all fine men. They didn't feel the need to hate, molest, scold, bully, steal or rape. They never were aggressive, went at work without complaining or asking for a break and slept when it was time to. They didn't know how to be lazy nor didn't feel the need to compare, or compete, themselves with others.
The time of competitions, manipulation, bragging and having mercy was over. His sons were programmed to do what they were meant for and never felt miserable. Nobody had ever bullied any of them.
He watched them as they left, watched them as they were hunting and watched them as they came home and slept.
As his eldest had come back home with their catch of the week, he had put them asleep at once.
This way they could charge energy and produce as well. There was no reason to take care of their prey yet. The females could free themselves and would help out each other. He had seen it happen many times before, although this time it all looked a bit different. Fascinated he observed them.
One of the females was tall and active and caught his attention. She was a beauty just like a brunette. With great interest he followed their steps.
These two were clearly not tired, the rest partly was, but was more interested in meeting each other, starting an union and finding a way to hide.
Only a little female fell asleep next to one of his sons.
It was the first time he had seen one do such a thing. The little figure even slept on his hand and clearly didn't feel afraid.
Although she slept on his hand, his child didn't move. He looked as frozen as always. For a moment he thought he saw a hazy figure hovering past.
The psychic of these females is different, he thought. Are they more gifted and if so how come?
He watched them for a long time and decided to pay them a visit.
His appearance hadn't worked out as he had thought it would be. The females were not very impressed. As they woke up and had noticed him they even had laughed at him in his face!
It was the first time since long someone had the courage to do so.
Once back in his lab he had thought it all over.
It was an interesting group.
He decided to label the weird Union of females as special. Their eggs would be saved for a special occasion as well. Who knows he would even save their lives, or at least the lives of some of them, the real fighters and that little girl..
The major cleaning was almost completed, then the reconstruction could finally begin.
Cleaning up the mess so many had made in the name of saving the 'environment' and 'refugee aid'. A mess no immortal did care about.
They have had centuries to do so, he thought, but they have done nothing, not picked up one single piece of paper. They simply accepted it and went on with their useless lives. How could the Mother count on beings like these?
What I already wrote:
Day 1. Day 2. Day 3. Day 4. Day 5. Day 6.
Day 7. Day 8. Day 9. Day 10. Day 11.
Day 12.Day 13. Day 14. Day 16. Day 17.
Day 18. -Day 19 is not posted
Day 20. Day 21. Day 22. Day 23.
I learned
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