The small glass orb contained the image of a giant starship crashing through the atmosphere of some tiny planet.
"What does it mean?" asked the child.
"They haven't got much time," replied the old man with an air of resignation.
Outside the hut, the populace fled. The city evacuated. The steely gray starship was still a tiny dot in the sky, but still frighteningly visible. The old man and the child left the ancient dwelling and wandered the streets of the super-modern city. As the buildings and the ground shook in anticipation of the sudden impact, they braced themselves.
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99 Words is a pet project I started in 2011 when at college. The idea was that I didn't have time for writing, but still had passing fancies, visions, plot ideas, and the like. Instead of tossing them to the wayside, I came up with a plan to turn those notes into little chunkules of text, each 99 words long. This is section is still updated.