It’s been a while since I did any creative writing-ish things. So I’m trying to get back into the habit. Here’s one of my latest 100 word stories.
The birds swoop low, aiming for the ground. The fish crawl towards the shore. Dogs and cats stand upright while human beings shuffle around on all fours.
The Book was right. The Word of God was right. The Believers were right.
The fact that they were right was of little consolation to them now. What were they going to do with the world in chaos? How would all the “I told you so”s and “you should have listened”s going to fix anything?
The only thing to do now was to pray for a heavenly clean-up crew. Or a reset button.