A NaNoWriMo is a bit much for me right now, but thanks to the magic of the metric system, I can at least manage a PiCoWriMo. So here is a fifty word story:
The suburban lights sprawled beneath them, in jarringly uniform rows, like government-issue constellations. As they fell, they tumbled, and glimpsed for a moment their makeshift dirigible, scudding silently against the Moon's halo. They landed hand in hand, mad grins on their faces, as noiselessly as two trees in the forest.
2 comments:
I would definitely be interested in reading your lovely prose somehow stretched out into 50,000 words. :>
Upon rereading this in the evening, I get the joke in the post name. Whoops. Also, you have a future in the Bulwer-Lytton contest.
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