Wednesday's Words on a Friday

 

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along to read it and add a few encouraging words.

This month the words/prompts are supplied by and T. Powell Coltrin can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. artificial 2. sector 3. insect 4.lawlessness 5. midnight 

and/or: 

1. Wednesday 2. complaint 3. lake 4. biker 5. moon

Here is my story:

It was a Wednesday when the lawlessness erupted just before midnight. A crowd of noisy drunks spilled out of the Dusty Miner Pub chasing after the lone biker who had dared to show his face in a place where bikers were not welcome. He hadn't known this, being new to the area and just wanted a quiet beer before finding a place to sleep for the night. They began talking to him peacefuly at first but upon hearing he rode a Harley, the grumbles, quiet at first soon escalated into pushing and shoving with young Travis even spitting at him. The biker turned to leave, think he might just as well ride on to the next town, but the crew followed and once outside the real fight began. 

A frenzy of punching, kicking and stomping until the biker no longer even tried to get up off the ground. "Ha ha," laughed Travis in a high pitched squeal. "He's insect food now." Under the light of the full moon, they dragged the biker and his bike to the lake and threw them both into the icy depths. 

A month later, when news of the disappearance reached Fergus Lund's office, he called in his junior officer. "We have another complaint about sector 6" he said. "I don't care what the officials say, I think it's time to end the artificial intelligence programming experiment. Disable those "robots" and let real men back into those mines still operating. Lock up the perpetrators and schedule the removal of the chips in their brains. We'll probably get fired for it, but it has to be done." "I'll send the anaesthetic drones right away," said the junior officer.