Drabble me this. 100 words of fiction. Not 99, not 101, not 847. One hundred words precisely.
100 words of fiction. Not 99, not 101, not 847. One hundred words precisely. On choosing the winner, I couldn't care less about popularity and likes. I care about the storytelling. With a good side dish of solid grammar and following the rules of sticking to a hundred words.
Once upon a time they imprisoned her deep into the Earth. They thought she'd stay there forever, that humanity was saved from her horrors. Little did they understand. As she became one with the Earth she became everything: she's the ground we tread, the air we breathe, the water we drink.
In time people forgot what she used to be. Only distorted legends of Mother Earth remained. She chose me to be the instrument for her return. Tonight I brought her back in all her glory. The screams of men and the cry of children is my ode to her.