Two Sentence Tuesday #55

Spiraling pillars of dusty, leather-bound tomes climbed the cavernous hall like struggling giants, grasping for the ceiling. Even in the lightless chamber, their gold-leaf lettering sparkled like starlight and I could hear animated whispers, calling out from between the pages… inviting me to play.  

Two Sentence Tuesday #52

Titanic swirls of withering light coalesced around a perilously gyrating blot, struggling against the suffocating grip of unbeing. The light glittered feebly as it faded into the darkness and the universe around it had continued its onward march, completely oblivious.