Creative Writing, Writing Challenge

We only have today

Note: This is a work of Red Rising fan fiction and contains Morning Star spoilers. Be forewarned.

Broken, fragile ankles sway in the gentle breeze. It is her again. Her voice, as tiny as it is to my ears, reverberates my chest. Her head bows, unmoving; her tangled, red mess of hair falls forward, concealing the rope around her neck. I cannot tell where her voice comes from. Looking around her, I see Red people. Their mouths are wide open, as if in a choir, harmonizing the letter “A”.

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Bold, hairless apes and their plastic idols

“And I wonder, in my last moments, if the planet does not mind that we wound her surface or pillage her bounty, because she knows we silly warm things are not even a breath in her cosmic life. We have grown and spread, and will rage and die. And when all that remains of us is our steel monuments and plastic idols, her winds will whisper, her sands will shift, and she will spin on and on, forgetting about the bold, hairless apes who thought they deserved immortality.”

Pierce Brown, Morning Star

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Meeting Pierce Brown

Last spring, Kent devoured through the first two books to the Red Rising trilogy and couldn’t stop raving about Pierce Brown, the author. He immediately started leaving his copy of Red Rising on my side of the bed (he’s subtle like that). So I gave in and picked it up one night in April. I observed the author picture and bio: a young, white, decent-looking man wearing a leather jacket. His eyes were very blue.

“Pierce Brown has piercing blue eyes,” I said to Kent and he nodded knowingly. Or maybe he was the one who said it first. Either way, the phrase Pierce Brown’s piercing blue eyes would eventually become a catchphrase between us.

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