Their Days Are Numbered is a new year-long project authored by the collective Entropy community. It is a collaborative online novel written by the Entropy community on a weekly basis. A different author will write the next “chapter” each week, to be posted every Tuesday, following the previous post from the previous week, and following a very limited set of guidelines (that each author has one week to write the next piece after the previous week’s installment goes up, that installments should range between 150-1500 words, and that pieces should somehow incorporate a real-life occurrence, current event, news item, or other happening from that week).
Follow the entire “novel” here: Their Days Are Numbered.
The forty-seventh installment is presented this week by Meghan Lamb.
They dreamed of a city in the center of a field. It was made almost entirely of offices. The office buildings mirrored a long, flat, yellow field, reflecting its expanse in subtle shifts of shades.
Though the field appeared flattened, it was actually quite treacherous. The edges of the yellow grass were needle sharp. The soil that it grew within was piled white gray pebbles.
It resembled a mass burial ground for dead teeth.
The subjects of the city woke each morning before sunrise. They donned thick white suits, white gloves, and metal helmets. They made their way through the fields. They moved in long lines, cutting through them, through the darkness, thousands of them, in their white suits.
They made their way beyond the city, to the factories, which loomed around the edges of the fields: great, black buzzing landscapes. The factories produced an endless cloud of yellow smoke, which loomed in closer to the city every day.