Difference between revisions of "The Apocalypse (drabble)"
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− | "One apocalypse, please," the very polite customer, a lady in a fine dust blue trench coat, requested. | + | # "One apocalypse, please," the very polite customer, a lady in a fine dust blue trench coat, requested. |
− | + | # The proprietor went looking through his baubles and artifacts from a hundred million worlds and brought forth the prettiest bauble at last. | |
− | The proprietor went looking through his baubles and artifacts from a hundred million worlds and brought forth the prettiest bauble at last. | + | # "Ah. The knob for the door of creation." |
− | + | # "Well," she said with a smile. "You know what they say." | |
− | "Ah. The knob for the door of creation." | + | # "All good things come to an end," he agreed. |
− | + | # She paid him a lovely hundred thousand souls, collected by her favorite sirens, after some amount of haggling, then went out to go back to her own world. Time to shut the door. | |
− | "Well," she said with a smile. "You know what they say." | ||
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− | "All good things come to an end," he agreed. | ||
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− | She paid him a lovely hundred thousand souls, collected by her favorite sirens, after some amount of haggling, then went out to go back to her own world. Time to shut the door. | ||
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Latest revision as of 11:26, 27 July 2017
Summary
Written for the prompt, "Discount Apocalypse", on July 27, 2017. 100 words.
Text
"One apocalypse, please," the very polite customer, a lady in a fine dust blue trench coat, requested.
The proprietor went looking through his baubles and artifacts from a hundred million worlds and brought forth the prettiest bauble at last.
"Ah. The knob for the door of creation."
"Well," she said with a smile. "You know what they say."
"All good things come to an end," he agreed.
She paid him a lovely hundred thousand souls, collected by her favorite sirens, after some amount of haggling, then went out to go back to her own world. Time to shut the door.
Versified
- "One apocalypse, please," the very polite customer, a lady in a fine dust blue trench coat, requested.
- The proprietor went looking through his baubles and artifacts from a hundred million worlds and brought forth the prettiest bauble at last.
- "Ah. The knob for the door of creation."
- "Well," she said with a smile. "You know what they say."
- "All good things come to an end," he agreed.
- She paid him a lovely hundred thousand souls, collected by her favorite sirens, after some amount of haggling, then went out to go back to her own world. Time to shut the door.