All alone, at the top of the world, you'll find a bright-eyed young man with skin whiter than the arctic snow and hair blacker than space. Each day, at the setting of the sun, he begins his nightly task. Up a rickety ladder he climbs, to hang the stars and light the darkening sky. Upward, past where birds dare to fly and past the clouds, until sky and space are one. Taking stars by the handful, he scatters them about, whistling and laughing...delighting in the beauty of his work, delighting in filling the sky for all to see.
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This Heart Got Teeth
Short StoryDrabbles. Flash fiction. Shorts. One shots. Call them what you will. Conatined here are stories that come and go quickly, passing in barely the span of a blink. Catch them if you can.
