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Povídky o sto slovech

Jednou, dobrá už je to delší dobu, jsem se zúčastnil na jedné stránce prazvláštní souteže, totiž napsat anglicky (jedná se o anglickou komunitu) povídku o sto slovech. Každý mohl napsat povídek, kolik chtěl. Hodnotili poté čtenáři. Dneska jsem na ně narazil při brouzdání po disku, tak se o ně s vámi dělím.

Post mortem
He has awakened. He did not know what was happening. He could not feel his limbs. At first it was only legs, but then even arms. He screamed, but no one was listening. Although they should see him and hear him, they were grouped around something. He screamed again: “What is happening to me, I cannot feel my body!” No reply. They were staring at something. He moved closer, though he did not know how he made it. The group was looking at some body, a corpse to be accurate. Suddenly he managed who is lying there. It was him.

Flashback
He was just crossing a road when he heard a squeak and felt a hard impact. Last thing he saw was a rainfall and then bright light followed by darkness.

He blinked his eyes and kept walking on the pavement, a sole person in the crawling crowd going from nowhere without a goal. It was a cold evening, there was a heavy rainfall and everyone was trying to hide inside. He was just crossing a road when he heard a squeak and felt a hard impact. Last thing he saw was a rainfall and then bright light followed by darkness.

Freefall
Sun was shining upon Earth. It was a very nice sight; oceans were glittering as the Sun was getting out of cover. Blue planet, the cradle of humanity was still closing. Soon it would fill his full view. Sure it was a very marvelous sight and most people would have paid their whole life salary to see it. Well it would have been a nice sight if your rope connecting you with a shuttle had not burst and you were not heading for the surface at a tremendous speed. There was nothing you could do about it, admire that sight.

Doufám, že se vám líbily. Bylo to docela šílené nacpat některé náměty do sta slov (počítáno OpenOffice Writerem).

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