KT Sweet, Burgie Mansion Library,
Forres, Scotland
About KT Sweet
Fantasy reveals hidden truths.
I love the Holy Trinity.
My favorite author: C.S. Lewis, Chronicles of Narnia.
My favorites: any chocolate paired with red wine, salads, and ballroom dancing.
Read my latest publication: Midnight Treasure in Meet Me at Midnight Anthology
My fantasy story took 1st place at the 2020 West Coast Christian Writers Conference.
Fantasy reveals hidden truths.
I love the Holy Trinity.
My favorite author: C.S. Lewis, Chronicles of Narnia.
My favorites: any chocolate paired with red wine, salads, and ballroom dancing.
Read my latest publication: Midnight Treasure in Meet Me at Midnight Anthology
My fantasy story took 1st place at the 2020 West Coast Christian Writers Conference.
Humans are Superior to Jellyfish (A Tuesday Writing Prompt)
My name is Zed. I’m floating in balmy 80-degree water. Sunlight dives through the waves, revealing the treasury of seashells and polished beach glass on the ocean bed below. A jellyfish dreaming kind of day in Florida, just off Pirates’ Wreck Beach.
How do I know where I am? A whining great white shark just shot past me, complaining an empty Pirates' Wreck meant no crunchy human lunch. Fortunately, a mouthful of me, an uber-poisonous, red-demon jellyfish, would make his pathetic day worse. He zoomed on.
Humans who avoid great whites are clever but they’re even smarter dodging me. Oh, I don’t mean, me, Zed, personally. I’m a friendly guy, if you don’t try to pick me up or worse, accidentally bump me. Under those circumstances, I’m truly a pain to know.
Seems as if humans are changing. They don’t linger on beaches or in the waves the way they used to. Smart choice since my smack multiplied into the thousands during the recent, giant algae bloom. Even we were startled by our population explosion. And, the awful smell of dead fish piling on shore, day after day. Yuck.
Now, humans don’t let their little children squeal and grab me. I long for the interaction. Not so much the screaming and the random dancing brought on by my sting, but that intimate, one-species-meets-another, moment. It’s exciting to see a big, two-eyed thing with a broad smile looking down at me.
But where are they? The chubby little ones stumbling on the sand or the tall ones throwing that round thing over the fishing net? Or the crinkled white hairs, walking hand in hand at sunset?
Where have the intelligent humans gone? I miss them.
My name is Zed. I’m floating in balmy 80-degree water. Sunlight dives through the waves, revealing the treasury of seashells and polished beach glass on the ocean bed below. A jellyfish dreaming kind of day in Florida, just off Pirates’ Wreck Beach.
How do I know where I am? A whining great white shark just shot past me, complaining an empty Pirates' Wreck meant no crunchy human lunch. Fortunately, a mouthful of me, an uber-poisonous, red-demon jellyfish, would make his pathetic day worse. He zoomed on.
Humans who avoid great whites are clever but they’re even smarter dodging me. Oh, I don’t mean, me, Zed, personally. I’m a friendly guy, if you don’t try to pick me up or worse, accidentally bump me. Under those circumstances, I’m truly a pain to know.
Seems as if humans are changing. They don’t linger on beaches or in the waves the way they used to. Smart choice since my smack multiplied into the thousands during the recent, giant algae bloom. Even we were startled by our population explosion. And, the awful smell of dead fish piling on shore, day after day. Yuck.
Now, humans don’t let their little children squeal and grab me. I long for the interaction. Not so much the screaming and the random dancing brought on by my sting, but that intimate, one-species-meets-another, moment. It’s exciting to see a big, two-eyed thing with a broad smile looking down at me.
But where are they? The chubby little ones stumbling on the sand or the tall ones throwing that round thing over the fishing net? Or the crinkled white hairs, walking hand in hand at sunset?
Where have the intelligent humans gone? I miss them.
Encourage Your Writer Friends: Read Their Stories
Be kind to the writers in your life. They may be creating a new planet or a different species or forcing their characters to be chased by vicious villains. Making delicious word soup IS NOT as easy as it looks.