Sorry, I wrote these over the weekend, but was unable to put them up on the blog.
We sat, silent to ourselves. Watching. The movements rehearsed and practiced over hours and hours of blistering rehearsals. For one night. For the performance to move even the strongest men.
Short, short story #3, as apart of the BlogShorts Challenge.
I grew up dreaming of laser guns. I was a lonely space traveler. I never brought companions or friends or crew members. Just me, traveling to distant stars. Fighting aliens.
Short, short story #4, as apart of the BlogShorts Challenge.