Posted in Creative Writing


There was a crash. It was more silent than a dream. As if nothing had happened at all, whole words reshaped themselves unnoticeably, right under men’s beards and women’s mustaches. Nobody spoke. Or, if they did, the sound was mute. The force was so strong it erased all sense. Afterward, it took months for things to be sorted again. When they did, the world was different. Things had a different shape: buildings were lopsided, roads had new curves. They had to put up a series of new hazard signs to protect people from the possibility of it happening again.


The universe started with a bang.


What more do you want to know?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s