Procrastinating again. For Sonya’s Three Line Tales prompt.
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On the highest mountain peak on his stone chair, the Great God sat, a sceptre in his hand pointing at the Earth.
The needle that was to burst her fragile bubble, let her life-giving air leak away, was poised, an army of lesser gods ready to leap into the breach.
But Earth had no need for such hypotheses, and the fantasies broke, flaming torches against the scientific reality of the atmosphere, falling like stars into the blue oceans.
falling like stars into the blue oceans.
Nice phrase.
But no one see ⭐✨ are falling into ocean 🤔
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Love the criticism with the “army of lesser gods”. 😉 Dont worry, procratination is part of life too. 😉 My favorite! 🙂 Michael
Thanks! I look for any excuse not to plod ahead with my story.
I’m all for procrastination. 😀
It’s what keeps me going!
Hahaha. Me, as well.
🙂
Oh! So sad💜
I thought it was quite a hopeful end really 🙂
Hummmm💜
I wonder why any gods, greater or lesser, would even bother with us. (K)
I don’t think they do. But you can believe anything if you put your mind to it.