Dark Side of the Moon

A fragment of fiction, cross-posted from write_away, inspired by this week's Tuesday writing prompt:

And afterward, after the end of time, there was the long walk to the sea through dark sands holding the footprints of those gone before, and in the air the taste of salt, and in the air the sound of low waves rolling endlessly to shore. They took no notice of each other, these ones who came and stood alone together. And when it was time, for each their own time, they walked into the water, walked out until the sand itself dropped away, and nothing was left, nothing held back, nothing held but themselves cradled by sea and sky in a starless night, till the waves rolled gently over them and they sank into the water. 
  

I saw Watchmen last night, finally, and thought it was very good. Excellent Rorschach, which was a necessity for me because (my opinion) he carries the story.

NIN presale for the June 3rd show in Mansfield was right on time and I was right there, and got a fantastic seat up close, dead center, only a few rows behind the pit. And then got a GA pit ticket, too. Decisions, decisions...

Those who know D&D: ever wonder what becomes of that encountered monster after a Baleful Polymorph? A writer friend, Montgomery Mullen, has a lovely little interlude piece on what might go on in a rabbit's head, if the rabbit had once been a hill giant. :-)
  

There's a lot going on at work and outside, so naturally, I've distracted myself with writing a (very cliched) story fragment in response to electricpaladin's blog post on finding inspiration in found objects.

( ~ Found and Lost ~ )
  

Heroes.  Not the TV series.  Creating them in RPGs, or fiction...

( ~ because I'm not playing in enough rpgs so I ponder about them instead ~ )
  

http://community.livejournal.com/write_away/1389797.html

Because it fit the prompts. :-)