The Curiously Stunted, Incomprehensibly Disjointed, Perfectly Inadequate Adventures of Nicholas Cornelius Holloway – Episode 13

The tiny ship hurtled toward the sun. Inside, five figures stood silhouetted against a glowing containment field. The ship began to shake. Tools rattled. Lights flickered. Rivets strained and popped. One of the figures raised a scarred arm and spoke.

“It ends with us, my friends,” it said.

The tiny ship became an orange-hot ball. The ball became a fiery yellow stream. The stream collapsed into a white-hot core and plunged into the sun.

Time passed. The universe was silent. The Sacrifice of the Five was marked.

After a time, the universe resumed. Heaven turned its eye. Life moved forward. On the other side of the sun, a white-hot core burst free and sailed unnoticed toward a marbled blue planet. On the surface of the planet one of the younglings slouched on a swing, kicked at the dirt, and wished for something – anything – to happen.

The Curiously Stunted, Incomprehensibly Disjointed, Perfectly Inadequate Adventures of Nicholas Cornelius Holloway – Episode 12

“Do you know what bothers me the most about this?”

He did not. There were a great many things that bothered her. And what bothered her the most about any one of them at any given moment depended almost entirely upon, as far as he could tell, the weather. And since there were no windows here to look through nor doors to open nor radio to listen to that would tell him the weather, and since admitting that he did not know what she was thinking would set a match to the dry-wood scaffolding so recently erected around their teetering relationship, there was nothing else to do but guess.

“The enormous, bloodstained, serrated pincers,” he said.

She frowned.