50 Word Stories: The Flood

 It began as a trickling like rain on a summer’s night running down a window. Without noticeable change, the water gurgled and giggled as though a river building to the sea. When it roared through every sense, a bestial thing, a god, I knew the truth: the flood had come.

In Reflection

On Reflection The world was always sure to head this way On Reflection The tidal surge would one day come to stay On Reflection The lowlands and the pastures sure to drown On Reflection So many peoples faces set to frown On Reflection With this poor planet we have had our fun In Reflection The rippling of […]