It's time for Five Sentence Fiction! The word for this week is MOON.
Moonbeams
The snow shimmered, reflected moonbeams radiating back
toward the night sky, easily escaping the gravitational pull of the earth.
“I wonder where that light is going?” Owen murmured to
himself as he gazed up at the night sky.
The chill of the snow was sinking through his clothes, and
he had no doubt that his skin had taken on a distinctly bluish hue by that
point, but there was nothing to be done about it. Using his remaining strength, he turned his
head slightly, and upon seeing how much of the snow surrounding him was darkened
with blood that looked almost black, he knew without a doubt that a chill would
have overtaken his body either way.
Owen, as he looked back up at the moon, silently acknowledged
that perhaps this was not a good night to go for a stroll after all, and waited
for the last of his life to slip free of the gravitational bonds of the world
he knew and ride out with the scattered beams of light.
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Sounds a pretty peaceful end.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Lily - a peaceful end indeed. Have a great day!
ReplyDeleteI like the poetic rhythm in this, great work!
ReplyDeleteNope, not such a good night to go for a walk!
ReplyDeleteHe's doing it on purpose?
ReplyDeletewell described :)
ReplyDeleteAmazing that you can be that clear and descriptive in just five sentences.
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