Posted in Drabbles

The End Of The World 

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I’d always known it was going to be a tight contest. The rules had been simple, ‘winner takes all’ and he’d won. Despite my efforts the people had slowly but surely turned against me. The resulting greed, violence, hypocrisy, we’re exactly what he’d wanted. Whatever I had to offer seemed so paltry  in comparison. In the end I had no choice but to admit defeat. In my capitulation speech I tried to remain calm and graceful graceful. Lucifer hardly listened, his impatience quite disgusting. So here I am, watching helplessly,  as he slowly destroys the world I so lovingly created.

MikeJackson©2016

My Drabble Project – Day 22, Story 63

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Posted in Flash Fiction

The End Is Nigh


The latest report on planet Earth made very distressing reading. Surprising really when you think how well it had all started. The whole project was completed in six days, well ahead of schedule.  As a result, the whole team had been given a day off. His biggest mistake had been the creation of mankind. At the time it seemed like the most obvious way forward but now, with hindsight, it was probably a major flaw.

Despite repeated warnings, the people on this insignificant planet were still making an unholy mess of things. Wars, famine, greed, lust – all getting worse by the day. It was as if history had taught them nothing. He wouldn’t have minded so much if he hadn’t cared, but he had.

He’d lost count of the number of warnings he had sent them over the years. There was that great flood, for instance, with that chap Noah. You think that would have been warning enough. Then there’d been no end of plagues and famines, but still, they didn’t learn.

He’d sent some of his best people down to them offering advice and guidance, but most of it fell on deaf ears.

The powers that be, had lost patience with him. He was being replaced. His ‘Saving Mankind’ project had been declared a failure and he was being moved on. His new job title sounded fancy but everyone knew that he was being side lined, made a scapegoat for Earth’s failings.

Within hours of his resignation a new creator had been appointed. Some young thing, keen to make a name for himself. The word was that he’d  already sent in a specially trained Angel task force which had successfully implemented a scorched earth strategy. Everything on the old Earth had been eliminated, ready for a fresh start.

The new creator had some radical ideas about what the new Earth should look like.

MikeJackson©2015

Posted in Micro Fiction

Anybody Listening?

We’d clambered up to the highest point of the roof. The water continued to rise, lapping at our feet. We held on tight and prayed, just like mum had told us to.

Seems he was too busy making rain – he never replied.

MikeJackson©2014