100 short fiction tales in 100 days. 077

The window mirrored his sour expression with glints of the outside world filling in his cheeks and forehead.

The sun cleared the clouds and his reflection disappeared completely. A dog sniffed at his trash cans out front. A girl no more than ten crushed ants with her finger. A woman yelled at a boy faking his crying.

He was unsure why he had picked this day. He had not been outside for three months. The world did not need him.

He took off his clothes, then lit the paper and kindling in his fireplace. The scraps of clothing he had warn did not need any coaxing to burn to nothing.

He started up the program on his laptop and activated the small wormhole. The hairs stood up on his arms. 

He scanned his naked body and marked the results as test subject-32. It would work better this time.

He turned on the external diesel generator. The wormhole grew to the size of a man.

He hit, Enter.

Within the wormhole, elements are more readily accessible and pliable. It would work.

Crying came from hole. Then a voice. "Hello? Did it... am I me?"

An exact replica of himself walked from the wormhole.

"It worked," the created human said. 

"It did." The original smiled.

At the same time the two of them said, "Let's make more."

100 short fiction tales in 100 days. 069

Two old lions roared at the world, their teeth sharp and pointed. The world - an open plains in the lower green parts of Africa, cried its silence in return. 

They sniffed the air, scratched their fur, and pawed the dirt below them. The world took no notice.

A second passed by the world, and in this time dinosaurs lived and died, mammals came and went, the land changed and continents drifted into each other.

Another second passed by the world, and a new creature stood alongside another. They called out to the world. They stood on their five hind legs and lowered their snake like heads, they ate the bugs in the white dirt and licked their hairless arms. 

Again the world took no notice. 

100 short fiction tales in 100 days. 063

The strange planet far away where beings landed and intended to stay. They built a new home on an island, their technology beyond many and even their origins.

Shifts in the land made the aliens new home become a grave below the tides, their final resting place.

Now new humans roam the entire earth, but were they always here or did another planet origin their birth?

100 short fiction tales in 100 days. 060

There once was a man in line to get on a bus, he stayed on his phone while being a fuss. He walked in zig zag, asked stupid questions, and held up the rest of us.