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.