Okay, so here it is, on time no less!! My entry into Trifecta’s Week 112 Challenge, and I maxed out the word limit to boot! A full 333 words. Yep when I kick it, I really kick it. 😀
The entry I’m submitting is loosely based on a scene from a book I would like to write (currently it’s still rolling around in my brain like lost marbles on a storm tossed ship). I hope you enjoy it.
Ps. I will also be linking to the other entries for this challenge as well. After all, it seems only polite to spread the love, right? 😉
This week’s Trifecta prompt:
“We’re back to one word, its third definition, and the 33-333 word limit. The word: Funk – 3rd definition – SLUMP <an economic funk> <the team went into a funk>”
And now for my take on the challenge this week: “Utopian Funk”
The year is, well, it doesn’t really matter what the year is, does it? All you need to know is that it’s been five world wars, and two (supposed) apocalypses down the road. Disease, eradicated. Poverty, abolished. Money, gone. Liquor, fake. Cigarettes, bogus, and smelling of sweetness. No drugs, no crime, no war. Face it; the world’s reached a pinnacle in human bliss.
I hate it. I know, I should be thrilled, right? I mean really. I should be.
Death’s met with a smile, surrounded by friends and family, just before a needle fills your body with tingly fuzziness. No suffering, no sadness. Everything’s accepted with the mind of the tranquilized.
There are a few of us, who know better. Can feel how counterfeit this all seems. It’s hard to keep those thoughts. All the meds, and chemicals they put in food, water, and air. It keeps us mellow, content, placid. The idea persists though, quietly, unseen. Nagging, at the back of our sedated brains, like cockroaches gnawing at the fringes.
There are no books that aren’t happy-go-lucky. We’re only taught rations of history in class, but some of us were given stories. They’ve been passed down through generations. We don’t know how accurate any of them are any more.
“How much longer, Cas? I have orders waiting!”
“Shut up, Jay, it’ll be done when it’s done.” God he can be so annoying sometimes, just ignore him.
Now, where was I?
Intrigued by the world long passed (and being the girl genus in the chem lab) I came up with a solution. A small tablet, that dissolves almost instantly, leaving no mark in the body it was ever there. The purpose, to counter act the blissful cloud in our heads, put everyone in a funk, if you will. Of course, we could all be euthanized for even thinking about this kind of stuff, but it’s worth it for a few moments of clarity.
“Here you go, Jay, a fresh batch of Utopian Funk.”
And here are the other entries:
Hypothetically Writing — imabookworm — christina @ otherthanlovie — Kir — Words on a Page — Jester Queen — Quick Stepp — chamblee54 — Sky — misstinypurple — Thin spiral notebook — Linda Vernon Humor — jody @ humanTriumphant — History of a Woman — Sarah Ann Hall — Renada — Ally — TMW Hickman — glynis rankin — Joe’s Musings — steph — Bjorn — E.A. Wicklund — Fictional Fool — Paul Clements — Lisa Allen — KymmInBarcelona — Fresh Perspective — Adrian George Nicolae — Patricia ( high five and raspberries) — TNT — Melissa Barker-Simpson — sightsnbytes — troy @ As Long As I’m Singing — Shannon City — Grace Black — Rebecca — Higher Ground – Lance — As the Romans Do: Drowning — ChrisWhiteWrites — A Sameness Funk – Gina — Carol J Forrester — Matticus — martha0stout — Valerie (The Word Pirate) — H.L. Pauff — Overcoming Frustration — Boba Squirrel — Princess Del Oso — Andrew Geary — Herofcorso — T N Kerr — Cheryl — Danny James — Obese Elephant — Polysyllabic Profundities — uneven steven — Georgia aka Bastet — Kathy — Swords of the Ancients — Aesop Clerk — jetgirlcos — Whispering Insights (Oliana) — theinnerzone
About the author Chyina
I’m a Goth/Hippie who loves to try new things and dabbles in anything and everything that I find enjoyment in. That can include but is not limited to, cooking, art, digital design, jewellery making, photography, gardening, nature, animals and whatever else strikes my fancy. I’m an optimistic (occasionally) perfectionist (constantly), who can be very sarcastic (incessantly), but all in good humour. :)