bittermyth

The hot white pink tinged star ahead on the right grew brighter. Everyone was smiling.

The teeth were all that were left.

Thanks a lot, Sister Nicole.

She realized. The symbol had indicated uniqueness, isolation. A concept embodied in the alien creature now before her.

After years of looking I finally found her skeleton.

He descended, his decision made. He would go to the eyes deep down in the cool dark.

The shadow that had moved within the shadows was that of a great ape. Or, at least, you could say it was primate-like in size and shape.

The words repeated in her mind like a stuck song. They grew in size until she lost all chance to expel them.

How existential. Eating too much hot sauce the night before had put me on the toilet for far longer than usual. And it had saved my life.

Concrete oozed slow and abrasive up over my chin. The spout continued to pour, indifferently. I had long since run out of voice to scream.

They came in thundering columns, their armor flashing metallic and orange in the sun.

My relationship with her was lip to ear, for what? Almost a decade.

To my way of thinking, all we've managed today is to substitute a lesser tragedy for a greater one.

The rain pelted the lake, and each lost friend moved through her mind one by one.

After that unintended hiatus his eyes shone as they never had before.

From his bed of grass he stared up at the clouds and thought: In the absence of certainty, belief was an absolute and viable thing.

"I - I don't know what to think," he stammered. "I would never have thought him capable of something like this."

She had golden curls that never turned gray.

It was moonspark, and those who didn't know what it was, didn't deserve to know.