Glint

In glimmering gold
You dissect mankind’s triumph
They see only glints

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Liquid Gold

Without reason or regret, we hid behind the broken buildings. They had to come!
The hours passed like slugs in a foot race, slow, slow, slower. Would they come?
Midnight clouds crackled with the contained might of the universe, a pulsing, throbbing, sentient sky. Was it them?
They dropped from heaven like liquid gold, their great, white wings clasped tight, their metallic forms glittering. They were here.
We watched the host like the naughty children we were, unmoving, silent as the void. We'd done it.
The angels stood, wiped the crumbs from their mouths, opened their wings wider than oceans and leapt back into eternity. The last one winked.

50 Word Stories: The Remembered Road

The road coughed up dust like a cat a hairball, neither pleasant and both lasting too long. I'd traveled the same baked mud for ten days on an incline that wore at the soul. When the horizon fell away, however, a new land unrolling like a tapestry, I remembered why.

50 Word Stories: Amazing (Through the Eyes of the Young)


"I flew over the moon, mama. It was the most amazing thing I've ever done."
The little bird shook its wings and bobbed its head with glee.
"The moon was on the water. Just a reflection, my sweet child," said the little bird's mother.
"That made it more amazing still."

Surfing Stars

Every boat had a captain, ours just happened to surf stars. Instead of water, he had the universal currents of space, riding the night in endless gravitational waves. We had no idea how he knew where to head, (it all looked the same to us,) but he did.

One day, or night, or evening, it was so hard to tell, I took a once around the deck. Pointing at comets was a hobby I’d procured; I never dreamt I’d see new life instead. But I did. How I did!

The sun coalesced from vermillion dust cast amongst the star stuff. Right there before my eyes, it sprung into blazing life. I gasped. Who wouldn’t have?

When I felt a tap on my shoulder, I almost jumped overboard, only the ship’s crystal balustrade held me back.

“What do you think, son?”

It was the captain, a strange glint in his ageless eyes.

“It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” I said. And it was.

“Life,” he said almost to himself, “doesn’t get any better than this.”

“But don’t you see such things every trip?” I blurted.

“Yes,” he replied and slowly walked away.

50 Word Stories: Imagine

“Ballerinas dancing on the waves.”
“It’s froth.”
“To you, not to me.”
“It’s too wet, too big and I hate it.”
“If a mermaid rode the waves, what then?”
“That might change things.”
“In that case, dear, watch the ballerinas dance because that’s where they come from.”
“Where?”
“Our imaginations.”