Dennis woke up to the sounds of rumbling, screaming, crying, and sizzling. Dennis looked outside his window — purple smoke billowed out of a glowing amethyst volcano in the heart of the city. Indigo lava studded with crystalized charred bodies flowed through the streets. Violet flames swallowed his apartment. The air tasted like burnt lilacs. Scuffed wooden boards beneath him disintegrated.
The background low-tone noises vibrated the ground, and she could feel them in her head. But all of those faded instantly.
She was frozen, standing, watching the projectiles of thick fluid in orange and golden colours. The bright, scary droplets travelled through all different directions.
To please God, they threw me into their stupid volcano. Doing it in secret, just between them and God, they threw me into their stupid volcano. They wanted their stupid offering to be irrevocable, so into their stupid volcano I went. But sacrifices come from the irrevocably stupid; God was offended. He vomited me and magma to sacrifice them instead.
Gerard, your take on the prompt is sharp, and I see what you’re doing with the repetition. The structure reinforces the absurdity of blind devotion, and the ending flips the power dynamic effectively. The word choice leans into the theme without over-explaining. A strong 60-word piece that lands its point with precision.
Trump and an unelected oligarch are destroying democracy. People will lose jobs. People who depend on us for aid will die. Women, non white people, and gays will lose their rights. Medicare will be cut. Environment - doomed. They will rob us blind. They hate us. We hate them. I don't know where I'm going to go when the volcano blows.
“Eruption”
Dennis woke up to the sounds of rumbling, screaming, crying, and sizzling. Dennis looked outside his window — purple smoke billowed out of a glowing amethyst volcano in the heart of the city. Indigo lava studded with crystalized charred bodies flowed through the streets. Violet flames swallowed his apartment. The air tasted like burnt lilacs. Scuffed wooden boards beneath him disintegrated.
PROMPT: VOLCANO
THE ERUPTION
It was just a faint rumbling at first.
But it was enough to let him know something was wrong.
Very wrong.
A massive eruption was on the way.
He was certain of that.
And he was dreading it.
Stupid curry… 🌋😎🌋
As always, it's so awesome to see other writers' takes on the same prompt!
Many Thanks to Miguel The Fiction Dealer for the mention. Truly a most unselfish writer who encourages us all!
❤️ Sure thing, Ken :)
Great stuff
I live in an area with an active, though currently slumbering, volcano in the distance.
It is beautiful in the shimmering sunlight.
And moonlight.
But if it fully awakes, it will murder us all in its ten-thousand thunders of fury.
Every person, tree, or wild animal.
Every bush. Every insect. Everything that moves or breathes.
This is my home.
Your glance splits the earth beneath me,
a fault line drawn in fire,
pressure mounting beneath my ribs,
an unstoppable force waiting—
.
Your fingers etch fissures
along landscapes long thought still,
whispers of heat curling at the edges,
the air thick with what’s to come—
.
Your lips ignite
forbidden borders,
turning silence to liquid,
melting resistance into something molten—
.
Your touch is the tremor before the ruin,
the language of combustion and collapse,
each caress a spark—
and I, the mountain undone.
Exquisite! 😎
Thanks!
Spittle was escaping from his lips and flowing down his chin. The volcanic eruption had started.
“Quick! Ice Cream!” yelled my wife.
At the words Ice Cream the seismic tremors subsided. His eyes searched for the one thing that would distract him today.
“Okay?” I asked.
My mute son nodded. Learning to communicate was difficult but improving slowly over time.
Microdosing Fiction - 60mg of a Volcano
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The background low-tone noises vibrated the ground, and she could feel them in her head. But all of those faded instantly.
She was frozen, standing, watching the projectiles of thick fluid in orange and golden colours. The bright, scary droplets travelled through all different directions.
Someone else entered the pub’s loo and gasped.
The vomiting girl glanced at them apologetically.
The new format is a good idea, Miguel.
I agree.
Miguel, thank you. I am very humbled to find my name between all those seasoned writers mentioned.
60 mg of a Volcano
A volcano, long simmering, sealed tight.
A familiar feeling, quiet heat below.
Layers of hot-cold rage, unmoving.
Anger, sorrow, waiting.
Then—warmth spreads, stone softens.
Boundaries shift, edges blur.
What was frozen finally melted.
No rupture, only release.
Ash settles, gentle, light.
Not ruin—fertilizer.
From softened earth, roots reach deeper.
Change unfolds, steady and sure.
New growth emerges, silent, strong.
Thank you for the shoutout! Just posted mine in a bundled note as I've missed a few days :)
60-word “Volcano”
To please God, they threw me into their stupid volcano. Doing it in secret, just between them and God, they threw me into their stupid volcano. They wanted their stupid offering to be irrevocable, so into their stupid volcano I went. But sacrifices come from the irrevocably stupid; God was offended. He vomited me and magma to sacrifice them instead.
Yes. Especially blind devotion being “stupid.” Thanks again.
Gerard, your take on the prompt is sharp, and I see what you’re doing with the repetition. The structure reinforces the absurdity of blind devotion, and the ending flips the power dynamic effectively. The word choice leans into the theme without over-explaining. A strong 60-word piece that lands its point with precision.
Thanks for such insight! I’m flattered.
Wasn't it, even unconsciously, intended like that?
Thanks Miguel! It’s an honor to be included amongst all the super authors who play along🤗
60 words on "volcano"
Trump and an unelected oligarch are destroying democracy. People will lose jobs. People who depend on us for aid will die. Women, non white people, and gays will lose their rights. Medicare will be cut. Environment - doomed. They will rob us blind. They hate us. We hate them. I don't know where I'm going to go when the volcano blows.
Rhumond, your piece is raw and unflinching. The urgency is unmistakable, and every word drives it forward.