“I'm not sure if this is my color.”
Gandalf the White*
Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
A Falling
Star
Wobble,
wubble, wobble, wubble. While I float through space those are the
sounds I imagine myself making if I could make sounds in this void. I
broke off a moon some time before and now I just keep going and
going. An object in motion tends to stay in motion. And stays and
stays.
Wobble,
wubble, wobble, wubble.
The
stars are so beautiful and bright. I can feel their gravity tugging
at me. Star after star tugs at me. I want to fall into one and become
bright like it, I don't feel very happy being just a dull rock in
space. But since so many stars are pulling at me I never fall into
any particular one. I want to be bright.
Wobble,
wubble, wobble, wubble.
After
many eons of floating I see something bright that isn't a star. It's
blue. A planet? But it has patterns unlike any other planet I've
seen. It has such wonderful white spots on it. Bright white. I can
feel the tug of its gravity.
Wobble,
wubble, wobble, wubble.
I
thought that the sun of this solar system would take me. But I
assumed incorrectly. This planet came close and snatched me up. I
loved its bright blue and white colors though. And I started to feel
bright and hot. This planet had an atmosphere didn't it? I must be
burning up. That meant that I would light up like all the stars I'd
seen. I would no longer be going wobble, wubble, wobble, wubble.
I
would be bright, I would shine and any sound I could make would be a
wonderful lively roar as I burned away and fell into that atmosphere.
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