By A.W.
I gotta hang on, Matt thought while clinging to the edge of the asteroid.
Gravity from the black hole below pulled at his body. He heaved, reaching for the bright stars above. The pressure intensified, weighing his body down like a ton of bricks. His shoulders buckled and his fingers slipped.
He fell, spiraling into the darkness. The stars’ lights dimmed to a speck.
I’m done for.
Suddenly, starlight trickled down to his face.
His eyes lit up. Hope was not lost yet.
The black hole of anxiety wasn’t the end.
He stood up to face it head on once again.
It’s like you were painting a picture in my head. I love the description and depth. Another excellent story from A.W., and I can’t wait for the next one!!
Such powerful imagery in so few words. Probably my favorite work of yours yet!
“He fell, spiraling into the darkness.” Been there, brother. Good job!
Powerful imagery – ‘black hole of anxiety’. Well done!