Wewriwa: Sporulators 13

                               

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, where we share snips and bits of amazing tales by talented authors and writers. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished (we like it all) on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM each Sunday. Then we visit each other and read and comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good.
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      This week's snippet is from a short story, 'Sporulators', more dystopian/scifi, than anything I've written to date.       

     Could be wonky punctuation to keep within the #wewriwa guidelines.

The snippet:

       

    

       Eastwold’s main scanner came to life; a monotone, synthetic voice advising, “Greenleyone in communication range. Auto-adjusting for Greenleyone approach.”

      They roared through the atmosphere, thick as Earth’s—in spite of the planet’s small size.  When they dropped beneath the clouds, an unexpected view appeared: a  flat world with a blended green, black, and beige surface.

      Eastwold spoke. “Sure as hell doesn’t look like a veritable jungle to me.”

      Lars looked thoughtfully at the world beneath them. “Not as much as we had hoped, but not as bad as could be.  We’d hoped for trees, actual forestation.”

     After engaging reverse thrusters, at low elevation they encountered spheres-- floating bubbles of green, black, and beige.  Some bounced off the nose of Checkup 17—forming a steaming, gelatinous film on the windshield as they burst.

 

 That's it for this week. Thanks for visiting! I am truly grateful for comments, suggestions, and for you taking the time to read it.