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Doing the drabble thing again. Not necessarily fantasy, or even all in the same universe. Just throwing things on paper, 100 words a time.
Tiny pinpricks of light danced across the water’s surface. They flittered and flicked like faeries over the fen.
Beneath the water, creatures of the deep swam.
Neither was aware of the other.
It had been like this for thousands of years. A thermocline separated the surface and the deep, and what went on in one was completely separate from the other. The two worlds had no knowledge of each other.
This would change soon.
It would come on a sunny day, a stiff breeze fluttering across the sea. Little whitecaps whipped up. Each whitecap was a tiny soul letting loose.
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It was an ordinary stoplight, with an ordinary pattern. An ordinary pattern that ended in the sickening crunch of steel.
Inside, a life snuffed out. Outside, the frantic murmur of pedestrians. Aside, a shady character with a device off E-bay.
He had wanted to save a few minutes on his way to work. He had ended up saving a few mouths to feed - and leaving a few more hungry.
Oh well. To live, one must die. Or maybe strike that. Reverse it.
He didn’t care. Life was about survival, and he had survived. It was like animals. Live or die.
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Bored already. I suck. Maybe I'll try revising these sometime.
Tiny pinpricks of light danced across the water’s surface. They flittered and flicked like faeries over the fen.
Beneath the water, creatures of the deep swam.
Neither was aware of the other.
It had been like this for thousands of years. A thermocline separated the surface and the deep, and what went on in one was completely separate from the other. The two worlds had no knowledge of each other.
This would change soon.
It would come on a sunny day, a stiff breeze fluttering across the sea. Little whitecaps whipped up. Each whitecap was a tiny soul letting loose.
****
It was an ordinary stoplight, with an ordinary pattern. An ordinary pattern that ended in the sickening crunch of steel.
Inside, a life snuffed out. Outside, the frantic murmur of pedestrians. Aside, a shady character with a device off E-bay.
He had wanted to save a few minutes on his way to work. He had ended up saving a few mouths to feed - and leaving a few more hungry.
Oh well. To live, one must die. Or maybe strike that. Reverse it.
He didn’t care. Life was about survival, and he had survived. It was like animals. Live or die.
****
Bored already. I suck. Maybe I'll try revising these sometime.