"What the deuce?" the man queried his empty pockets.
"Need change?" his friend asked.
The first man glared at the second. Distantly, the stars spun in the heavens shining light on the infinity of struggles on Earth. Hunger, poverty, and a dozen wars raged on the continents of the little planet. For many light years around, there was no sentient life coming to aid.
In this vast, sparsely-populated space, a sun hundreds times the size of the one shining on the little blue planet exploded sending cosmic waves beaming in all directions.
The man's soda seemed of little importance.
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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.