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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #263- Fear and the UNKNOWN

I have chosen words or situations for this week’s prompt from Baba Vanga’s predictions for 2023.

  • Devastating solar storm
  • Explosion in a nuclear plant
  • Human birth in laboratories
  • Alien attacks
  • Earth changing its orbit
  • Bioweapons

You need not use the words verbatim. You can use one or more of the situations as a stimulus for imagination and base your piece on it.



Fear and the UNKNOWN: The Promotion of Fear and Ignorance through Censorship

Jesse folded his hands and sat back from the computer screen.
The staff prediction’s list in front of him, of mostly apocalyptic events, made him chuckle. Most had already happened to some degree and the others were based on what his more alarmist fellow science fiction editors liked to call unverified ‘conspiracy theories’.
He’d come to accept that blatant lack of self-awareness from co-workers, that was currently spreading faster than Covid-19, but rather than get upset by it, he chose to be amused.

Theories, after all, encompassed the whole genre with which they were dealing. Only recently had the modifier of “conspiracy” become a popular ‘wink’ for dismissing big ideas. The only conspiracy he could detect was this new, unimaginative, ‘group denying’ of thought according to ‘tastes’. But the covert- and alarming- call for censorship was not something registering on his ‘amusement meter’. He wanted people who worked for him to have a great deal of intellectual confidence in their ability to entertain all ideas.

Current recommendations to remove ‘misinformation’ from the public square by ‘experts’ (and political tyrants) who believe the public is subject to mass hysteria, made Jesse shudder. He’d even heard a few folks complain that other people’s ideas were harmful! Jesse understood how more information and ideas, not less or fewer, offer us the better chance to remain calm and reasonable when tested.

The dire prediction on the list of an Alien Attack in 2023 had tickled him the most, though. Jesse wondered how many of his young staffers were aware of the Orson Welles radio broadcast of War of the Worlds in 1938. If so, he wondered if they’d confirmed their elitist inclinations a bit from the media propaganda of that time. He decided to call a meeting in order to give them more information.

As for the rest of the list of 2023 predictions, Jesse thought, “Who knows?”.



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Simply 6 Minutes- Uncontrollable Meltdown

An optical illusion made of 400 tiles. 
Courtesy of Duncan Cook/Casa Ceramica

Uncontrollable Meltdown

Order was essential.

Silvia hated change and was meticulous about maintaining order. The lockdowns had thrown her for a loop!
No schedules… no consistency… and constant unease had affected her both mentally and physically. Nothing appeared ‘normal’. She felt her heart taking extra beats and started dropping everything she touched. Silvia was falling apart.

Now, the political disagreements in Congress had become too much for her to take!

“To Hell with changes! Leave it alone!” she wailed at the TV. Every part of her needed mundane, mindless, ‘normalcy’ to return.

She finally fell asleep in the fetal position waking just in time to make it to her therapist appointment. That was her only constant these days. As she settled into her usual chair in the safety of ‘her’ waiting room the receptionist announced that her doctor had taken a sudden leave of absence.

As she ran from the room wailing, the hallway floor began to move on its own and she collapsed.

Silvia was immediately rolled to the 9th floor Psych ward.
Lying in the bed next to her, she recognized her therapist.

https://christinebialczak.com/2023/01/03/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-01-03-2023/



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Six Sentence Story- Control- The Talk

PROMPT WORD:  CONTROL

I’m about to lose control!

What’s wrong?

Roe V Wade may be rescinded, and then all of the people in each State will get to vote on whatever abortion restrictions they want causing women to have difficulty getting abortion on demand!

Shouldn’t everyone get to vote on such a serious topic in the way the Constitution prescribes rather than allowing nine people to decide for the whole population?

Men shouldn’t have ANY control over women’s reproductive choices!

Um, you can’t be serious… It was men who wrote and confirmed Roe V Wade in the first place and, last I checked, men play a role in reproduction too although judging by the tragically high number of abortions, self-control and birth control ought to be the more urgent focuses of both sexes.

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FFFC- #128-The Cure

The photo below is from the Google Photo Frame.

The year is now 2024.
Our bus moved along swiftly in spite of the noontime traffic.
There was silence, except for the occasional rattle of handcuffs, as our group shifted restlessly in our seats. Even the compressor attached to our metal masks was soundless as it pumped our exhaled breaths through multiple filters, as well as, stifling intermittent screams.
We were the first, as collecting the rebellious and non-compliant is easier in densely populated areas. We wouldn’t be the last.
It didn’t matter whether any of us had natural immunity or immunity gained from having survived the virus, we were Anti-Vaxxers and deemed a public health threat for asserting our individual right to personal autonomy in the face of a treatable, extremely survivable, NOW, almost extinct virus.
The government urgency was clear- to eliminate us before the population, at large, learned they too were already in invisible governmental handcuffs constructed entirely from exaggerated fear and indifference to far greater threats to their own health and happiness.

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #128 – This, That, and The Other (fivedotoh.com)

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Just because I pity you, doesn’t mean I have to listen to you.

No political correctness
No political correctness (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There’s nothing that “grinds my grits” more than having to be careful of what I say. (I’m not from the South…don’t know why I mentioned “grinding grits” , just think it sounds irritating.)

So, political correctness really “pushes my buttons”. (That just doesn’t sound irritating enough…but you get my drift. 🙂 )

There’s something about feeling censored that makes me feel that my opinion doesn’t count, or worse, is ill intended.

On top of it all, those who are easily offended by others, keep it to themselves and share it with others who are willing and , I suggest, anxious to be offended( gives them some drama for their mundane lives of laying in wait.) or just enjoy the fact that they are less offensive than the offender.

Makes me wonder what the deep dark secret is?

My first thought is that these offended types, like to take sides. They really think that life is black and white and good and evil. Taking a side, makes them feel less wrong.

Actually, I pity their view and their low self-esteem. Makes me want to let them know that others aren’t as bad as they think and that they,themselves, are better than they think they are.

No one criticizes them more than they must themselves. If they only knew how little anyone cares about their judgement.

How horribly judgemental they must think others are too.

Hey, maybe I am wrong about them?

Don’t want to judge them…if you can’t beat them, don’t join them…block them off of your Facebook and carry on folks!

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The Situation

Brenda straighten her posture and said it again, “Get ready. Put on your boots. Your Mom will be here soon.”

The darling six-year-old granddaughter, who used to blow kisses to her from every corner, folded her arms and stamped her foot indignantly.

In a momentary loss of focus, Brenda picked up the boots and set them at Ginny’s feet and said,”NOW!”

She was answered by a double stomp.

“Now what?” she thought . She already realized that she had lost  control to the child who had managed to have her boots, found and delivered. Her thoughts continued. “If I physically force them on her, she’ll still be in control?”

“I am putting on the timer. You have 5 minutes to get dressed to leave. When you are dressed, would you show me your school papers. Have you done more paintings?”

The child relaxed. “Yes, we are using blue because it is B week. I’ll get it.”

“Whoa! Get dressed first, you only have 4 minutes left. We’ll have plenty of time if you hurry.”

The child raced for her jacket. She paused and asked Grandma to find her gloves. Brenda answered,”You must have them in your sleeve. That’s where we decided they should be kept. I’ll be here waiting when you are ready.”

Moments later…

“Wow! Record time! Were your gloves in your sleeve?” Brenda smiled but still kept out of the getting dressed process.

“No, I put them on the floor. One was under my backpack.” Ginny admitted.

Brenda added,” No way? Next time when they are right in your sleeve , you’ll be even faster. I’m waiting to see your blue painting.What a good artist you are.”

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This was inspired by my own on- going education in dealing with my granddaughter. The names were  changed to protect the stupid.