By some strange reach of fate, it looks like all of these Five Sentence Fictions and Friday Fictioneers are lining up perfectly with the end of my college career. It’s both a somber occasion and something that I couldn’t be more happy about. Because, let’s be honest, I have an entire week and then some without a damn thing to do. And real life can wait its turn. Because I’ve been tending to it for 21 (almost 22 now) years, so it can just cool its big fat tush and calm itself.
Until now though, let’s see what Five Sentence Fiction can do for the end of this world.
Word of Inspiration: Departure
Word Count: 116
Genre: Creative Non-Fiction
Title: The End of the World
My friends and I are all standing on the edge of light with only darkness spreading out ahead like a patient tiger. The end of the world is coming and we all know it; we can feel it thrum through us with every tick of the clock and vibration of the cell phones telling us about adventures still to be had by sun and moonlight. There’s something in each one of us, a grip on our stomachs, which forces up what had been kept down for four years. In these final days, revelry and truth were wed behind the open windows of a sunroom.
Because if this is the end of the world, it had better be ready to end with us.
Now that this month is almost done and May/the rest of my life is about to begin, I feel like all of this talk about the end of this world I have loved so much will be replaced with a sense of being lost and terrifying adventure. In the meantime though, I’m going to keep posting these little snippits into my life at about 3:30 in the morning because I’ve having just too much darn fun these days.
Platonic relationships are so-named because of Plato. Whad’a’ya know, huh?!
Good luck, you brave writer folk!