Okay, now I just know that WordPress is making laughs at me. I thought I had pegged this site for hosting out of New York since it always seems to say it’s tomorrow around 9-10PM. But now it’s saying that it’s June the 13th today when it is clearly still the 13th. So, I went onto the ever-venerable Wikipedia and found that it’s based out of California.
The only logical explanation is that some of WordPress’ employees waffled a ritual offering to Cronus and now he’s all miffed about it and decided to take out his rage on their clocks.
That is the ONLY logical explanation.
Word Count: 100
Genre: “Realistic” Fiction
Title: Warm Breath
There’s so much space between the planets, but I can make it. They are dangling, in the wood-paneled void. I push my wings to push me. I near the first planet and, wow, look at all of its colours. Like spun sunset, it’s all waves and curves of pink and orange.
Suddenly, I feel lonely up here in the cosmos; I wish I had a sweet orange to suck on.
What’s that sudden rushing of wind? Is it the hand of God, coming to smite my tiny body with His fiery flyswatter?
Boy, I hope not. That would just be terrib—
It’s “realistic” because a fly would never be alive long enough to learn about abstract concepts such as flyswatters. That’s like humans learning about the alien overlords that harvest us and turn us into breakfast cereal. Mortal lifespans just aren’t that long.
Oh and this is “technically” 101 words but because the last one got cut off before a gruesome demise, I’m not counting it.
If WordPress doesn’t have to strictly adhere to the space-time continuum, neither do I!
Good luck, you brave writer folk!