Photo Story: The Great Candled Ball
The world turns and the effigies we build to venerate ourselves rot to the ground, and we breathe a small entropic sigh, and we wring our filthy little mitts and say, “Higher this time, grander, big and bigger.” Time encroaches, all turns to dust, Ozymandias; us. We laugh and say, “We can beat it, we can beat the end back, we can fight nature, we can kill the godhead.” And the great mother rock we live on turns silently in its void, scraping our monoliths against cosmic dust, burning them as they protrude freakishly past the edge of firmament; like candles.
Photo credit: Isaac Bowen
Take the reader right to the point. We all think too much of our little time on this spot of earth. Great work Marshall Singleton.
Took me a couple reads to realize how good this really is.
This was such an extremely intelligent short story! Wow! I was so impressed! Great job! I hope to hear more from Marshall!!