The fructification chamber is where they harvest thoughts… from children, mostly, because they have the grandest imaginations.
They sit, inhaling the drugging vapors, their brains imprisoned within their curious fantasies.
Their dreams nourish the now lackluster world… the very essence of their visions, their hopes, even their nightmares, extracted to create an elixir for the exhausted.
The clients are mostly artists, filmmakers, writers who have lost their touch but refuse to give way.
Surrounded by lazy curls of smoke are rows of orphaned and abducted children.
He unstraps a girl from the chair
and screams at what’s beneath the helmet.
Hi FF family! I’ll probably be late in reading some of the other stories. Another busy week for me. It’s Holy Week and i have a very religious family and i need to seek atonement for my sins. (takes a few days) lol so I guess that’s a pretty legit excuse 🙂 Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers for two years now! Wow. And thank you as well to the people who provide the photos to inspire us every week. this week’s photo is from Douglas M MacIlroy.
Here’s to many more years of great writing and meeting new friends. xo