"Today he was sitting on the beach staring at infinity. He wondered if the sky and infinity were the same thing, or if the sky was the glimpse that God gave us of the Universe.
Lately, when she came closer, the idea of heaven became her lips and the curves of her body. Her eyes were the gateway to infinity."
She's feisty, I like it. Love the microfic. Great one Miguel. I feel like going through history today so I wrote this in answer to your prompt!
Prompt: Sky
Ah, the land is at peace. The giant birds that dominate the sky fly around in search of prey.
Among the many creatures of the land, a fresh one hatches from its egg. The giant reptile swoops down as something comes hurtling from the skies. It is larger now.
It is a time for reflection. Recovering. Remembering. Realizing. Reaching. Returning. Retreating. Reframing. Renewing. Even as a morning sky yields a hue of indiscreminent pewter gray recollections, it can be a bit melancholy. The world seems paralyzed in an overabundance of hateful turmoil. Look skyward. Hope is in the sky. The sky reflects gratitude and hope. Notice its beauty again.
Lol! Excellent! I’m not sure that Lina has worked for anyone. Ever!
It’s too late to change your mind. You grip the arm of your chair with sweaty hands,
attempt to swallow the uncertainty. It’s a large pill in a dry mouth. You heave as it scrapes the length of your throat, lodges in your cricopharyngeus. You cough until you're blue. Watching as heads drop like a game of Guess Who; you lock eyes with the one remaining face peering at you in concern. Coughing fit ended, the capsule displaced, you turn from the sea of faces framed by cheap upholstered backdrops, and stare out into the abyss of cerulean skies.
My 60 words story- Prompt: Sky
"Today he was sitting on the beach staring at infinity. He wondered if the sky and infinity were the same thing, or if the sky was the glimpse that God gave us of the Universe.
Lately, when she came closer, the idea of heaven became her lips and the curves of her body. Her eyes were the gateway to infinity."
She's feisty, I like it. Love the microfic. Great one Miguel. I feel like going through history today so I wrote this in answer to your prompt!
Prompt: Sky
Ah, the land is at peace. The giant birds that dominate the sky fly around in search of prey.
Among the many creatures of the land, a fresh one hatches from its egg. The giant reptile swoops down as something comes hurtling from the skies. It is larger now.
The creatures scattered, the sky darkened.
Boom! A global cataclysmic event!
Sky is the limit a plane can fly.
Breaks boundaries beyond restrictions made.
No rain drops fall, but blue ice residues,
Muddies around your feet.
Refuse from plane’s cistern;
Frozen celestial Pan’s projectile.
No longer held, but dropped down.
One more item rejected by plain facts—
Sky vodka decisions been processed;
Not good flight choices made,
After drinking several cocktails.
Not good flight choices made,
After drinking several cocktails.
I would argue some of the best things happened to me after several cocktails, although some of the worst did too
Stellar!!!
Thank you!
PROMPT: SKY
THE INFATUATION
Her name was Sky, and she was beautiful.
We could sit and talk for hours about everything and nothing and she gave the best massages ever.
She would feed me fruit and laugh at my jokes and she made me feel more alive than I've ever felt.
But then, isn't that exactly what a good nurse is supposed to do? 😎
Thwack!
That sound…a classic…leather on willow.
The ball, new, red and hard, bouncing off the pitch, meeting bat, swinging through its arc, middling, skyed.
The fielder, out of position, running, calculating without knowing, where to be, there, waiting, waiting …still waiting.
The catch, fizzing in the palms, taken.
The winning, fives, low and high, joyous congratulations.
It is a time for reflection. Recovering. Remembering. Realizing. Reaching. Returning. Retreating. Reframing. Renewing. Even as a morning sky yields a hue of indiscreminent pewter gray recollections, it can be a bit melancholy. The world seems paralyzed in an overabundance of hateful turmoil. Look skyward. Hope is in the sky. The sky reflects gratitude and hope. Notice its beauty again.
Beautiful Jack!
Oooh! I love her closing comeback, Miguel!!
Thank you Dustin!
Loved it! Btw, if you’re in the mood for more devious lady fiction, I recently posted this: https://www.practicespace.blog/p/the-worst-possible-moment
I will check it out! Thank you Andrei :)
Lol! Excellent! I’m not sure that Lina has worked for anyone. Ever!
It’s too late to change your mind. You grip the arm of your chair with sweaty hands,
attempt to swallow the uncertainty. It’s a large pill in a dry mouth. You heave as it scrapes the length of your throat, lodges in your cricopharyngeus. You cough until you're blue. Watching as heads drop like a game of Guess Who; you lock eyes with the one remaining face peering at you in concern. Coughing fit ended, the capsule displaced, you turn from the sea of faces framed by cheap upholstered backdrops, and stare out into the abyss of cerulean skies.
“Take it, please,” Margaret said, handing the poor orphan her last 20 dollar bill.
“I have no use for your money,” the boy replied, tearing up the bill. “For my home is in the sky.”
The child then put on the jet pack he had hidden under a blanket and blasted off into the heavens.
A tear fell from her cheek, realizing she had just wasted 20 dollars.