NaNo not, micro (IV)

As an opposition to a Thanatos ecology, where a killer devours his pray, the carnivores on this planet evolved after an Eros ecology. They need love to eat. Like me.

NaNo not, micro (III)

In the sunset, the snowflakes started to grow while looking at the sky. They became electric blue sharp ninja stars first, then Christmas cartoons, falling all over our shrinking word, shattering with the noise of broken glass after the fall. I turned my head to look at my friend, sitting close to me, sipping his hot cocoa, staring through the window as if this was happening to him every other winter. “That’s a heavy snow” he said. “Indeed” I commented “but maybe easier to clean afterwards. If only we knew about it in advance…”

NaNo not, micro (II)

The last man on earth uploaded himself right before his last breath. A couple of minutes afterwards, the fusion generator powering the whole Reality emitted a somehow sad biiiip and died also. Mechanical failure. The one that will repair it will not be born in a hundred million years.

NaNo not, micro

“It’s been a fantastic day. If only there were more of these…” said the octopus, spitting a half-eaten phalanx to his mate.”Maybe tomorrow, if the sun rises again” babbled him.