Drabble Story 5 - Real

Real

He can not blink, but gleam. The beams of light penetrate the dense canopy roof animating the grassy floor. Where am I? Confused and excited. Never before was he in the presence of the majestic. A young boy jetted across the grass through the rays so fast with joy, so fast he was gone. That was me, only that never happened! Was this magic, or heaven? Neither, this the revelation of beauty, pure real beauty. His old laughter echoes, not so distant. He worries to blink, but finally does. He opens his eyes. Still here! The young man, laughs.

Drabble Story 4 - Sins of the Ghosts

Sin of the Ghosts

“I thought I had seen it all, but somehow something that I could never imagine made it’s way into plain sight.” The branchy blue bug-like creature thrusted its magnificent pincers through the ancient city ruins. Struggling to stay alive, bluish fumes began to dance out of the dying alien like the ghosts that haunted the city on nights like these. But tonight like every other night, there was no one to haunt. The irridated alien then pondered his last thought , “I never thought I’d find a suitable home where great beings lived, only to find a planetary mass grave.”

Drabble Story 3 - Perennial Purity

Small crinkles of hot steam dance wavily, like the burning flames of war torn battlefields. Yet on a small patch of land, the spoils of the fight, something ancient remains, protected. Inside it's transparent but solid enclosure, a pure substance able to flow like the magic of water, glows hot alive, as if age mattered not. A wanderer walks over, notices the green growth surrounding the capsule in the middle of the scorched horror, untouched. A rope of beads hangs tightly attached on the ancient relic, meant to be carried. The wanderer equips himself, carries on, strangely lighter, and smiles.