The night sky
I wondered at a sparking point which stopped and started in the night. Was it morse code for aliens unknown, or a star gutting out at last?
The last time I did one of these, it was 2009. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is: Write me a Ficly in 140 characters or less.
I wondered at a sparking point which stopped and started in the night. Was it morse code for aliens unknown, or a star gutting out at last?
She felt a shift, allowed her head to sink back, and heard the tiara fall with a metallic tinkle. And smiled, for the weight was gone.
It is meathenge, the giants picking up panicked people by the fistfuls to ply like clay, or hamburger, into stackable occult shapes
Fast cars and thundercrack gimlets on shimmering asphalt’s toasty slipstream towards the city of night lights and soft calliope music
Honey, where are you? i don’t know How’s the baby? he’s hungry Give me the cross-streets. it’s too dark-i see two guys with JULIA?
Sweaty doorknob Heavy steps Hollow scratching Hysteria muted Hand over keyhole Heart pounding Hours die Help Me He’s Here... BANG!
His time-portal sizzled. He walked through. His portal collapsed. He felt lost and alone. His world was an anomaly. He walked out of time.
Crimson cheeked, she stepped back aghast. “Sir, do you know me?” “I am afraid I only know of you.” I said, pulling out my wallet.
In the land Of Sugar Free A fetid secret The Church of Rot. The Candy Man preaches Of bittersweet lies And blows a kiss At Tooth Fairy Land.