In the beginning, there was darkness. No movement. No sound nor smell.
No Spark, the spirit that signifies the living and is dissipate with the dead. Time stopped because there was nothing to segment, nothing to connect that which would be segmented.
And it was fucking dull.
God rolled over in the darkness, and gave a great fart. This poofed the blanket of nothingness. An irritating, organic smell scraped out and sparked an idea, lighting up the darkness with a big bang. This caused greater friction, resulting in discussion, and artistic and scientific work, which created more spark.
Divine!
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2017)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (03/16/2017): In 99 words (no more, no less) go down the rabbit hole to a place where art is not allowed. It could be a small story or a dystopian vision. Is there a power struggle over art? Would the general public miss it? Is the end of art a natural evolution? Go where the prompt leads.
Valley of the Trolls 
haha…what the fuck? Great. Just great.
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Sometimes frustration with the prompt really helps! 😉
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Yeah, I notice you write a lot from prompts. I’ve never tried. I don’t think I could possibly do them as much justice as you do.
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It’s great practice, makes one really careful in number and which word to choose. And it’s really cool to see others’ responses to the same constraints. There’s a lot of opportunities here in WordPress to play with others on prompts. Check it out!
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If ever there was a grand explanation for the divine and the big bang theory, you just pulled it off in one poof and 99 words! That second to the last paragraph is divine. I especially like this line: “This poofed the blanket of nothingness.”
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