1. Nothing says ‘I love you’ quite like destroying a national monument, but on the whole she was beginning to regret dating someone who’s superpowers focused on expansion instead of compression… diamonds might be cheesy, but at least they were portable.

2. Old age wasn’t anything to look forward to– at least before scientists perfected Artificial Reincarnation(tm).

3. Being alone isn’t the same thing as being lonely, but over the centuries he’s gotten tired of explaining the difference. So now when mortals look at him with condescending pity when he tells them who and what he is, he just pretends to suffer and everyone’s happy.

4. They’ll build the new world on the ashes of the old– more literally than was pleasant, but they had to make concrete from something…

5. If anyone asks, they’ll just say they found it when they were looking for the ruins. The locals aren’t as familiar with the old technology and chances are good none of them can tell alien tech from human tech anymore…

These story prompts are released into the wild per Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 United States License, so sayth their author Martha McMahon Bechtel.

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It wasn’t healthy, but she couldn’t bring herself to give up what little hope had made it through the war. Her life reduced to pacing stone paths, littered with shards of colored glass worn harmless by the waves.

The colors remind her of summer vines, blooming in draping avalanches over rough-hewn stone parapets. But the vines and stone are long since gone, the lighthouse’s church in shambles at her feet. In her head she knows the ships aren’t coming back, but in her heart lives the hope that drives her forward down ruined paths.

The light must shine.

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There was something sad about the whole thing. Perith had come expecting a fight and what she found was a wasteland. The village had been gone for years, rough undergrowth sprouted from ruined foundations and crumbling walls. Hangman’s ivy flashed sickly grey leaves in the shade of shattered tombstones. Her family had been avenged without her.

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