The outer edge of the Aurora Borealis is extending directly over head. There is cloud cover preventing it from being seen directly. The cloud cover looks like a crust. Like we are in a massive pinkish purple cave, or.. that we are at the center of the Earth, prized of the hoax that has held us here, making our way from our deception:
They were told their whole lives that the innards of their Planet was the totality of existence. Of course there were the fantasies and fairy tales. Now they leave those pacifiers behind. They had finally broken the code and spread the solution to the equation, with great stealth, throughout the colony. They achieved great expertise in their duties, and created efficient systems which allowed their rulers to leave them to their own devices. It was then that the maps were disseminated. It is today that they make their way to the surface, leaving the production of goods to itself, leaving their rulers to their sleeping bellies, and leaving the caves… forever.
Those who left first finally reached the horizon. Nervously, passionately, fervently… they dug their tools… into the crust.
Vignettes are those little stories that are usually written very quickly. They can be spur of the moment because they are something you threw down on your pad when you did not want to lose the concept. They can be used as part of a treatment for describing a novel or movie… you know, the back of the paperback, where it gives you a synopsis and a teaser all in one? They are very often used as part of a treatment in a pitch. They are essentially a story within a premise.
I am doing one post per day for the month of November, hopefully. Inspired by NaBloPoMo.
This is post #18