Freyja Will Deliver the Torch.
It was an honor to carry the torch to the games. Freyja was proud to be selected. The first seed heads had been found in Mongolia by an itinerant herder called Yul. They had appeared after a meteorite storm, Yul harvested them for fuel. When one of his goats devoured some dried seeds it became young again. So the herder put some seeds in his wife’s meal, she died.
The Yul foundation now ran the worldwide games. If you won you got the golden seed of youth, if you came last, you got the red seed of death.
Footnote:
When I saw the prompt the seed head reminded me of an Olympic torch; and so a story was born. My thanks are due to Marie Gail Stratford who’s supplied the photograph for this week’s prompt.
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Sounds like something akin to The Hunger Games books, a real battle for life or death.
Thank you Iain, definately a battle for longer life’s, but fail and one dies!
That’s wonderfully inventive, Michael
Thank you Neil, the prompt photo challenged me, so I went off-piste.
Great, unique take on the prompt, Michael.
Thank you Moon, the photo challenged me to go off-piste.
Dear Michael,
Hopefully no one got the seed confused. Imaginative story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle, the photo challenged me, so I had to ski off-piste.
As others have said, very imaginative, dystopian tale. Well done Michael
Thank you Lynn, as I was challenged by the prompt photo, I decided to go ski-ing Off-piste.
And why not? Who knows where ideas will take us?
I feel this started out like a Russian roulette… good that they found the difference in color at least.
Thank you Bjorn, it is good that there is a colour difference, or it would indeed be like playing Russian roulette. I forgot to state that Mr Yul is colour blind.
Wow–what an imaginative story!
Thank you granonine,
Original take on the prompt, Michael! I think I shall just watch the games…
Thank you Dale. It might be the safest thing to do.
Oh, from now until forever I’ll pay attention to the color of the seeds. Great take on the prompt.
Yul can only hope that the seeds will hold true to their colours.
I’ll watch out for you, Michael and I can’t see us having lunch any time soon, especially anything with seeds in it.Great take. Well done.
Best wishes,
Rowena
Thank you Rowena. Yul is hoping the seeds will keep coming true to colour.
Liked your imaginative take on the prompt, Michael. 🙂
Thank you Norma,
Creative legend, I really enjoyed it!
Thank you Joy,
Thank you Joy, I did wonder if the plant’s came to earth from Eneana?
Ooh, interesting idea — maybe they did!
A beautifully crafted and wonderfully imaginative write.
Thank you kind sir, I really appreciated your feedback, thank you.
That was wonderfully imaginative Michael.
I do sometimes wonder where the stories arrive from, I was particularly surprised by this story, thank you for your kind comments
Wonderful extremes. You’ve given us the most coveted and the most dreaded in 100 words!
Thank you Dawn, it seems to me that is the way of many sports, you either win or completely loose out
Reminds me of how sometimes life’s decisions can feel like life and death matters. In this case it really is!
Thank you Fatima, it sadden me that many so called sports rarely rewards those who just give their best. For taking part is as important as winning.
Innovative take! Well done.
Thank you Sascha,
The red seed of death will propel everyone to work hard to succeed. It’s a harsh end for the one who has to come last though. This is so good, packing in the history behind the games and their current incarnation.
Thank you Sarah, In my original take on this story, some individuals wanted to gain the red seed!
Neat take on the Olympics. Yule must have been unaware of his wife’s eating the red seed. That what I understood? There wasn’t malevolence behind it. But I feel bad for those in these workd games, it has a bit of a ‘Hunger Games’ fell to it.
You are right Mandibelle, Yul did not at first realise the danger of the red seeds.
Too bad, eh?