Flash Fiction Friday: Children of the Day

Ankh leaned her back against the wall of the classroom, holding the butt of her laser gun tightly against her shoulder. Footstep after footstep drew nearer. She pressed a finger to her lips, signaling to the radiant five-year-old children who hid beneath their desks—not that it did them any good. The shimmering bio-luminescence of their skin cast shadows, even in the brightly halogen-lit room.

“All you children!” shouted a deep, booming voice. “Look at yourselves! Hiding as if already in shadow. Night will overcome you.”

Ankh closed her eyes for a moment, lost in the sound of her own heart pounding. The children let out stifled whimpers.

Why them? Ankh thought, adjusting her sunglasses. The children had done no wrong. They did not ask for the genetic anomaly that caused their skin to shine like daylight. No one knew what had caused it—these were, after all, the first generation of children born on this new planet. Was it something in the water? In the air? In the food that grew in the strange soil of Terra Nova? Was it the same thing which had caused every grown man on the planet to become engulfed in lunacy and darkness over the last year?

“You all deserve to die!” the deep voice said, this time, right outside the classroom door.

Ankh saw the shadow he cast, oozing like tar through the cracks around the door’s edges. She tightened her grip on her gun. “Step inside this room and I’ll kill you!”

The man laughed. “All it will take is time. Death will take them, you’ll see. All I wish to do is bring it sooner.”

“I don’t want to die, Miss Ankh,” Mirage said, peeking over the top of her desk. Her deep skin cast a warm brown light across the floor, driving back the darkness creeping through the door. Tears, lit up like diamonds in sunlight, rolled down her cheeks.

Ankh’s stomach flopped. “Hush. Hide.”

Mirage let out a sob and ducked beneath her desk again.

The door opened with a hiss as the magnetic locks released, overridden. The man loomed in the hall, a manifestation of darkness so thick not even the features of his face broke through. With a scream, Ankh opened fire. Blast after blast of the lasers hit him.

Impervious, he advanced into the room. “You defend them? These creatures as bright as the fires of Hell?”

Ankh dashed to the center of the room, placing herself between the man and the children. She fired again, this time striking him on the forehead.

Nothing.

The man charged her and slapped the laser gun out of her grip. It fell to the floor with a clatter like despair. “You think your petty light is enough to overcome the darkness?” He grabbed her wrist and twisted her around, then pulled her in and pressed his arm tight against her throat. Whispering and crying came from behind the desks.

“Darkness—darkness is nothing more,” Ankh choked out, “N—nothing more than the a—absence of light!”

“Listen. Don’t you hear your own fear? Darkness is power, darkness is everything! Darkness is death!”

Mirage stood up from behind her desk and held out her hand. Within seconds, all the other children did the same, their faces taut with rage like a child in a tantrum. Their skin flashed brighter, and brighter until it was blinding.

Ankh squeezed her eyes shut. Even her eyelids could not hold the light out—her world lit up with the red of her own blood vessels. The man holding her vanished like a vapor blown away by wind. Collapsing to the floor, she lay sobbing as her world was filled with bright green retinal impressions. She shook her head, trying to clear her vision. Within seconds, she was surrounded by children, hugging her and telling her that it was okay now; the bad man was gone. Their light had gone back to bearable levels.

“Don’t be sad,” Mirage whispered. “He was already dead.”

But all Ankh could do was keep on sobbing, wondering if he was right. Would the beautiful children die too soon? Would their radiant light fade? Was it inevitable that light would turn to darkness, and presence become absence?

After all, Terra Antiqua only died because its sun did.


“Children of the Day” copyright 2017 by A.L.S. Vossler.

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Review: Star Wars: The Clone Wars

If you have mixed feelings about animated Star Wars, then I recommend you do not begin with Star Wars: The Clone Wars. Start with Star Wars Rebels—the animation is better and the storytelling is a little tighter. I am not saying that I dislike The Clone Wars, but I never would have watched it without being sucked into the animated show world by Rebels. That being said, if you haven’t watched The Clone Wars, you have been depriving yourself. Even if you hated the prequels, which I pretty much did, you might like this show.

One of the biggest flaws of Episode II is that the two armies were basically faceless. Hundreds of identical droids go up against hundreds of faceless, nameless clones. I had no emotional investment in the Battle of Geonosis, even with the Jedi and clones there. It was basically humdrum. “Oh, no,” you think sarcastically, as a clone dies, “not…faceless dude number 327.” The Jedi there are largely uninteresting also, because we know none of them, really. Oh, and let’s not forget the unbelievable and forced relationship between Anakin and Padme.

So, for as many things as there are to dislike about Episode II, there are as many things to like about the show The Clone Wars.

The most notable thing the show does is give the faceless, nameless clones faces and names. You begin to develop a sense of their humanity, and how each one has a personality all their own. By the time you reach one of my favorite story arcs, the arc set on the shadow world of Umbara, you genuinely care about the clones—even the one whose names you never learn. You also see that the clones get tattoos and different haircuts as expressions of their individuality. You begin to feel the weight of the war—people are dying. Individual, real people, not just stupid redundant clones, are dying. You realize that the clones are basically genetically engineered war slaves. And before you know it, you’re invested. The war now has meaning for you as an audience member in a way that Episode II could never make it.

The different Jedi all get a little more attention, too. You start to develop favorites and loyalties the more you watch the show. The Jedi who get the most development, of course, are Obi-wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, and Anakin’s Padawan learner, Ahsoka Tano.

Oh, my. Ahsoka Tano. Where to begin? I hate her for most of seasons one and two. She is a precocious snot and calls Anakin “Skyguy.” It makes me die a little inside every time she does. I think that the writers were trying way too hard to make Ahsoka this super cool character that young audience members could identify with, and they kind of overdid it—sort of the “Wesley Crusher effect,” for those who know about Star Trek: The Next Generation. By the third season, though, I actually started to like her. She has a cool character design, and her character does get more complex and we see her face real dilemmas.

Obi-wan and Anakin are well done in this show. You see the camaraderie that actually makes Obi-wan’s cry of “You were my brother!” in Episode III believable. You learn a lot more about Obi-wan’s history, but the person who gets the best development is Anakin. We also see him slowly edging toward the dark side as the war progresses, making what seems like an overly sudden flip in Episode III a great deal more believable. You also actually learn to like him. Yeah, he’s cocky, but it comes across a lot less obnoxiously in the show than in the movies. What you do see is someone who is fiercely loyal—to a point where it is a flaw—and surprisingly compassionate. You also see, however, how all of his loyalty and compassion start dragging him the wrong direction—where loyalty and such becomes more important than doing the right thing. It is interesting to watch.

Another thing that the show tries to do is redeem Anakin and Padme’s relationship. While I can’t for the life of me understand why Padme fell for him in the first place, I understand his character a little more. Loving as he is, Anakin is jealous and possessive, to the point where it’s almost semi-abusive. I say semi-abusive because his abusiveness comes in the form of being a control freak when it comes to Padme talking to other men. It makes his switch to the dark side more believable—it’s just a more extreme manifestation of what is already there. How can so much love and evil dwell together in one being? This is a question the show posits and tries to address. In my opinion, Anakin is a loving person with attachment issues, which can happen to children with difficult early years. I’ve known of men with attachment disorders who couldn’t handle anyone giving their girlfriend a compliment, so Anakin’s behavior over Padme is believable. The fact that the Jedi stress the idea of not having attachments clashes strongly with Anakin’s propensity for forming them—and if he does in fact have an attachment disorder, you can see why somebody telling him that attachments are bad might lead him to say, “From my point of view, the Jedi are evil.”

So, these are all positive things about the show. But it has a lot of issues. It can’t fix Jar Jar, no matter how hard it tries. I will hate Jar Jar forever. It also has way too many droid-centered episodes, such as ones about R2D2 and C3P0. (I hate Threepio.) These episodes are usually obnoxious and uninteresting to me. There are also a few episodes with political storylines, which, while interesting, are slow-paced and not always my favorite. Still, at least they help make the war more believable and show things from both sides. The droid excursion episodes are pointless.

Another major issue is that the show does not air in chronological order, which gets really confusing sometimes. The story arcs are all cohesive, of course, but sometimes a story arc will take place with a character who is already dead in an earlier episode of the show. It threw me for a huge loop, but eventually you get used to it. I can’t for the life of me figure out why they presented the show this way, but whatever. It’s not so bad that you can’t follow it.

Overall, I give the show 3 1/2 stars. Is this show a must-watch? No, but it is entertaining, and it almost redeems the prequel trilogy—so well that you might as well ditch the prequels and just watch the show. I do recommend it.

Have you seen The Clone Wars? What are your thoughts on the show? Share in the comments.


Star Wars: The Clone Wars picture taken of my own personal copy of the DVD set, used for editorial/review purposes only.