I saw this competition today, the Sully Award, and since I have any number of 200 word stories, thought I’d enter one of them. Not necessarily the best, but one I’m fond of. If you would like to enter, you have until next Tuesday. Just pop over to Heylookawriterfellow’s blog. The more the merrier.
They had run out of time. There were no more moons left, no more hope. Nothing more would rise in the sky, night or day. The standing stones watched but refused their help. The magic that lay beneath them slept. And it would sleep now forever. The sleepers would never waken, though this was surely the end, and they were the only ones who could avert it. So said the stories.
The fox watched the setting sun and called the vixen. Together they slipped through the gateway between the stones to the otherworld and left the earth to its dying.
Vixen stopped and looked back. Dog fox sat and wrapped his brush neatly over his toes. The sky beyond the stones was darkening though not with night; it was dark because the sky was empty. The pale sun had set and no moon would rise. The stars had all fallen and the universe turned its back on the earth. A flock of birds swung, swift, feathered darts, between the stones. An owl followed, another. They were the last. The stones fell together and shattered. The doorway had gone. Fox shook himself, vixen yawned, and they trotted into the starlit night.
12 thoughts on “Microfiction: The End”
A lovely tale, Jane.
Thanks Robbie 🙂 I enjoy giving the beautiful ‘vermin’ the last word.
I think I remember this one. I like this fox couple. 🙂
They crop up in a lot of stories 🙂
As well they should. 🙂
Good on you for entering (I saw a post for this too) and it is a fun idea. 🙂
And by the way, whether you end up being a winner or not – this is a great story – from beginning to end …. really love it – has that mystical feeling and mythical quality to it too 🙂
I’m glad you think so. A story that doesn’t have a mystical feel to it, is lacking somewhere, I think.
well – it all depends, on whether you set out to write mystical …. and many of your stories have that element, so I would say it’s definitely one of your “voices” 🙂
Any good story is mystical in a small way, seems to me. It doesn’t have to be in a great dollop like I do it 🙂
well, you do it very well 🙂
and lucky us, we get to read 🙂