• the_novel_idealist

21 February 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday


Tom looked on as the embers slowly built, feeling the heat in the air grow in intensity, as flames tore through the darkness of the night sky.


He clutched his pen, wondering how best to start his story. He could have been reporting on political turmoil at home, but instead was stood on the edges of this forsaken town, watching on as a tribe sought contact with gods.


He sighed, bemoaning his situation and began to write, but noticed he'd lost all sense of sound. The tribesmen were screaming, shouting as they danced around the fire, but he heard nothing, until... BOOM.