Story Time, Volume 38
This week's @DailyMicroFiction twitter stories, plus a bonus story at the end!
The enormity of the task frightened her.
"This is how you did it?" she asked.
"Yep," god replied. "Don't worry — you've got plenty of time."
The goddess picked up the particles in front of her - electrons, protons, neutrons - and slowly began to mix them together.
The hapless sailor stared disbelieving between his phone and the oncoming storm. He shrugged, donned a life jacket, and jumped overboard.
"What were you thinking?" his rescuers asked him as they fished him out of the sea.
"Siri said it was a shortcut."
In the middle of Main Street in a small midwestern town, a man sits with a palm frond and floats a breeze at passers-by.
His town is filled with royalty.
The switch flipped. As predicted, their star's molten surface grew - and grew and grew and grew, a thousand times faster than calculated, catastrophically, unimaginably quickly -
Eventually it peaked.
And began to recede.
At the end, when it finally collapsed to singularity, there was a bang. A very big one.
And then, after exactly thirteen point eight billion years, they began to design a switch.
Global warming proved indomitable. You might call it the underestimation of the millennia: 18.6 degrees before it finally leveled off.
C or F? Nobody remembers what the difference is anymore.
On each pole a remnant of humanity clings. They curse their ancestors - the ones who played with a fire whose combustion they couldn't control.
The glass boot, filled to the brim with cheap beer, beckoned to him. As he gulped, head back, rivulets of liquid washed over his face and bathed him in a holy essence - a baptism, but of Dionysus.
As she closed her eyes the final time, flickering films of every action she'd ever taken - everything and everyone she'd ever influenced - began to tesselate into a giant panorama in front of her.
Her soul watched, enraptured, as the ripples of her life resonated throughout the universe.
“I need you to wait in the car, ok?”
“Ok, daddy,” the kid says.
“No leaving, no matter what.”
As the father closed the door to the garage, he could still hear the soft rumble of the engine.
And now we see, Abraham thought.