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 #54

No sooner had Jasper filled his swimming pool with silver dollars, when he had done a graceful arc off the diving board, intent on making a luxurious splash. Trussed up in his hospital bed, several hours later, he was forced to concede that he wasn’t Scrooge McDuck. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #53

Unnatural dread jolted down Hank’s spine as the ground beneath his feet quaked with reverence for the colossal being who had inexplicably materialized before him. Its vast eyes flared with the light of an ancient sun and, as Hank tearfully met its harsh glare, he recognized the fury of a wrathful god.

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.  

Two Sentence Tuesday #51

He had chased his thoughts around the acreage of his mind, hoping to ensnare something resembling a good idea in his nets. Little did he know, his good ideas were all snickering from the brush, watching him struggle in the desperate pursuit of cleverly-disguised mediocrity.