1 A.M. Sessions: Scream
Sometimes I'm awake early in the morning. Sometimes, in the strange in-between of hysterical laughter and exhaustion, I write. These are the a.m. sessions.
When Faeryland Fell
Life was created by song, a single moment of joy and music, laughter of an infant universe. Death was created by a sigh, the final wish of a limitless creation that wanted only peace.
Elphame was the first world to die when the universe fell. The undying lands exploded in a startling array of colors, an epic inferno of chryselephantine fire stretching through the void. Elves are made of sunlight and air. They were helpless in the crushing darkness of the endless expanse. Most of them immolated instantly, and with their passing all the worlds became a little less bright.
Mortal death is a whisper, a hiccup. But when Faeryland fell, the universe screamed.
Comments
That has so much potential to
That has so much potential to be expanded upon! Then again, I know how early-morning writings are...sometimes there is no such thing as expantion. In any case, I liked it. ^_^