Stealing Stars

The sky was blackening, the exact reverse of a whiteout. All of it going dark, simmering away into nothing. Wisp-like. Smoke-like. Stars winking out all over the damned place. Giving in, giving up, giving out.

And he stood there, smirking. Eyes hollows, empty holes. Eviscerating anything that dared venture closer to those dismal openings. That hellish hunger.

He stood there smirking, beneath the dying stars.

And I stood there, too.

Glaring.

Staring him down.

Unafraid.

If this is the end… then…

So be it.

I’ll use it all—I’ll use everything.

I’ll give it everything I’ve got.

I won’t go down so easily.

I will fight.

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Wish Maker

Every floating rock knows:

You might be a meteor someday.

If you’re not a comet—already spiraling, turning to ash, leaving a trail behind you—then you know:

You could be a meteor.

You float around, simply stuck in the void of space. Unable to stop your trajectory. Unable to change things. Unable to take control. You live your life knowing:

You’re just floating in space.

Just floating by.

Control? That’s so far out of sight, it’s not even an illusion. If you’re a rock floating in space, you don’t kid around. Don’t pretend with yourself. You throw all that useless, make-belief trash out the window because you know.

You have no control.

One day, something might catch you. One day, you might feel that tug, that pull. One day, you might not be floating. You feel the gravity of it, and you have no choice in the matter. You’re no longer floating.

You might be falling.

Crashing.

Burning.

And there’s nothing you can do about it, except to hope.

As you fall from the sky, begin turning into ash, begin building fire, don’t think about the end. Don’t close off your senses. Don’t be overwhelmed by the falling, by the fire. Don’t allow yourself to miss it.

Listen.

Do you hear it?

Do you hear the last sound?

Do you hear that hopeful plea?

Do you hear?

Have you made a wish? Continue reading “Wish Maker”

Earth: The Final Frontier

At first, it was just a game. Just something I was doing to pass the time. To entertain myself.

But, after a while it hit me. Dawning like the last day on earth.

It was so much more than just a game. Continue reading “Earth: The Final Frontier”

The Finest Present

A present is a present is a present. The fact that someone is thinking of you enough to give you something should, in and of itself, give you something wonderful. That, in itself, should be enough.

But sometimes…

…it’s not.

Sometimes what you’re presented with isn’t enough. Continue reading “The Finest Present”

The Rip in the World

When I made the rip in the continuum, I didn’t mean to. Honestly, I didn’t. Completely an accident. That’s why I told everyone that no one should go in.

That’s why they’re not my responsibility.

Not really.

When you’ve been warned, isn’t that enough? I made several public announcements, set up a fence, put up signs, posted guards. I did everything one could imagine to ensure that no one went through the ripple.

But, of course, idiots will always find a way, won’t they? Continue reading “The Rip in the World”