In Dreams of Trees : We All Fall Down

Wordcount: 333
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Wordwar, DVD Extra; Two people waiting for the end of the world.

NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!

There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the Outline to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.


We All Fall Down

They walk through the door not knowing what to expect but it looks like they’ve come into the timeline in just the right place. The village hasn’t expanded this far and the fields aren’t plowed, so there’s no one to notice them sneaking into the world.

The door to the city should close soon and they want to know what happens when it does. The general idea is that the world will end, but their curiosity is strong enough that they don’t care if they die. Or maybe they do care and this is their way of suicide by city.

But it doesn’t feel like suicide as they set up camp and get ready to wait for the end of the world.

The doors on either side have closed, so this one should go sometime soon. Only time passes oddly in the worlds and it takes a few days before it happens.

There is a loud gong, lower and longer than any they’ve heard before and the blue line of the door flares impossibly bright, leaving them blind and deafened.

She things maybe she’s dead and that the world really has vanished, but slowly but surely the sound and the sight come back to them and they are left staring at a tree that looks no different than anything around it. They poke and prod at the trunk, but it doesn’t respond.

So they go about their lives, working their way into the city that slowly grows up around them. And later, much later, the door opens again and the city calls them home.

But they are home, and they think maybe they knew that when they stepped through the door and waited to die.

So they go to the tree and they open the door and they say thank you to the city, but they don’t leave and they don’t wait for anyone to contact them. they just go back to the life that they found on the wrong side of eternity.

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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