A little flash fiction inspired to life by Chuck Wendig’s weekly flash fiction challenge (I swear I’m going to go back and do a few old ones since I seem to be raring to go today).
You use a random title generator which is friggin’ gold for inspiration (though some of the results make you cock an eyebrow).
Anyway, the first of my random titles and some seriously flash flash fiction at only 101 words,
Fingers clawed through the dirt. Stones ripped nails from fingers, blood soaking into the soil. Grit ground in teeth, grating as the taste of loam filled his mouth.
His head broke through the surface at last. He spat out the dirt and sucked in the fresh air. Free at last.
Overhead a crimson comet lit the early evening sky, streaking southerly.
He looked at the sky, stars winking to life. He admired the crimson glow. That blood-red comet, that harbinger of doom, that was his comet. It warned the world that he was here now, Worm was coming for them all.