Hey, writer-type folks. Every Friday Laurie E. Boris and I do a fun free write (You want public recognition? Laurie's here EVERY FRIDAY!) :)
Basically, you can write whatever you want in the comments section. You have two minutes. Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. Play as many times as you like. So, tell a friend. If you have one. If not, tell your enemies. Then send 'em here to read your 'two' and encourage them to play.
I don't know when the fall started or how long it will last. It seems like it's been an awful long time. It's dark for one thing, like the inside of a combat boot. I also don't remember when I stopped fearing the fall. Because, I'll admit, it was terrifying for years. I can't grasp it. It's like a piece of wet ice, flouncing it's way out of my hand.
The fall is boring, but peaceful in a way I can barely explain. The smell of ozone. The sheer noise of the wind and the singing pebbles, scattering somewhere far away.
I suppose at some point I'll stop falling. Until then, I'm going to enjoy the ride.