Yes, it’s that time again – another 100 Word story. This one does have audio (so do take the time to listen, won’t you?), and was entered in this week’s Weekly Challenge
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to hear (and read) the other entries and to vote for my story. If for some reason the audio player is borked, there’s a direct download of the audio right here.
As a child I read illustrated books about asteroid starships. I dreamed of living in generation ships – islands of humanity in the void. And now I do.
A cylinder is our artificial sun. Fields of grains feed us and replenish our oxygen. The asteroid’s spin provides gravity. Imagine a multiracial Rockwell painting in space. We’ll make a new world like in the books.
The books left out the undead horde writhing over the planet we left behind. The other ships have already succumbed, signals vanishing after a few transmitted screams.
Our ship is uninfected.
But oh God, am I hungry.