Story Time, Volume 6
This week's @DailyMicroFiction stories, plus a bonus story at the end.
Time will petrify even the courageous.
The capsule careens on its one-way journey to oblivion. Inside it, the writer gets out her pencil. Now I can focus, she thinks.
On the first sentence, the pencil lead breaks. She reaches for the sharpener, first absentmindedly and then with rising horror.
The stock market careened up, then down, then up again, a wild etch-a-sketch of frenetic, premeditated activity that could only be described as art.
Skynet had arrived - and it had a flair for the dramatic.
On the third Thursday of the summer season, a howl can be heard at midnight, and flocks of sheep shiver with dread.
Probably a coincidence.
Zeus came down in a shower of golden rain, doing what he did best.
He would come to regret it - child support laws came a long way in the last few millennia.