OOMs!

The charred brown sky is embossed with grey stars, each having manifold barbed rays. Under this rises a dome so sharp it would cut a blade.
Under the dome loom the strident needles, pacing the powdery floor with anticipation. The windows let no light pass, but gleam with the thoughts that come and go.
#writtenoom 2024/07/31

Swords and horses swirled in spirals of turmoil out from the urchin's mouth centre to the long-trailing fringes - matters were taken into hands full of holes. They breathed in the shielding clouds long-stacked above the solid space of the tumultuous. Backers bending out from curve to curving orbit added to the trailing fringe: no one there could speculate the end of the Coriolis passion.

#writtenoom 2024/08/06