Flash Fiction Friday: A Light in the Night
This is my attempt at posting a short-short story at least two Fridays out of each month. Not all of them will be mine, not all of them will be new (and on that note, not all of them will be good), but I’m hoping this will be a good exercise to trick me into writing more of my own material and sharing it with you, on the spot.
This actually is one of my stories, written in 2001 for an 8th grade English assignment. As far as I know, it is still being shown as a “good example” on the overhead projector during class.
A Light in the Night
The night sky was suddenly alit with brilliant colors, from rich purples to neon greens. They fanned out like rays of the sun from a single object, pulsing against a vast wall of blue. The base, a silver, elliptically shaped disk, seemed to hover overhead, miles and miles away. The brightly lit shape inched through the night, a sound never escaping its walls. If one were to examine it closely, they would notice the set of piercing orange orbs at the front of the disk, glowing like two large cat’s eyes.
It slid along, coming to a halt over a large crop of woods. With a sudden jerk, it sped away in the opposite direction, as if frightened. Then it flew silently once again, its rainbow of lights growing steadily dimmer. Every few moments it would rotate in a complete circle, until finally it continued spinning round. It stopped one last time at the base of a towering mountain, merely a shadow against the nighttime backdrop. Its wash of colors seemed to be sucked back into its base, never to be seen again. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, it abruptly flew up and vanished behind the mountain and into the darkness.