It was ten days before Christmas and, as promised, they came in the night. Multi-colored lights surrounded the ground but the sky remained blue with twinkling stars.
The red light was most exuberant, making circles and dancing upon the freshly fallen snow. They were our guests. Or so we thought.
While we watched, entranced, the white ones coiled around us, humming.
The vibrations woke a sensation of joy. People started to dance, twirling around the red light.
Someone screamed as the white coils tightened.
Blue balls of light clustered on her, feeding, dissolving.
[My 50 words] I stood, with arms open wide as the dancing lights embraced me, until I too became a being of light. Transported into their magical forest kingdom, I was invited to be their guest, to witness them spreading the light of peace and goodwill across the planet in just 10 days.
PS, as I was writing this little story about light, the sun shone through my kitchen window, in a momentary blaze of glory, and then it was gone! Serendipity! 💫
[My 50 Words] The lights held us transfixed as footsteps crunched in the snow. The fat man spoke to my friends and they changed. Then he whispered a name and the red light entered me. I sprouted fur and horns, and as he hitched me to his sleigh my nose began to glow.
[My 50 Words] We joined the dance, following as best we could, given our human limitations. Spinning increasingly faster for hours, we finally dropped, exhausted. The red light continued to encircle us into a spiral that tightened with every turn. Our guests? No. We were their meal, the source of their illuminated energy.
[MY 50 WORDS]
It was ten days before Christmas and, as promised, they came in the night. Multi-colored lights surrounded the ground but the sky remained blue with twinkling stars.
The red light was most exuberant, making circles and dancing upon the freshly fallen snow. They were our guests. Or so we thought.
While we watched, entranced, the white ones coiled around us, humming.
The vibrations woke a sensation of joy. People started to dance, twirling around the red light.
Someone screamed as the white coils tightened.
Blue balls of light clustered on her, feeding, dissolving.
Far from the red glow, I escaped.
I wrote this before reading any other replies. Seems like someone else had the same idea.
Great minds!
[My 50 words] I stood, with arms open wide as the dancing lights embraced me, until I too became a being of light. Transported into their magical forest kingdom, I was invited to be their guest, to witness them spreading the light of peace and goodwill across the planet in just 10 days.
PS, as I was writing this little story about light, the sun shone through my kitchen window, in a momentary blaze of glory, and then it was gone! Serendipity! 💫
[My 50 Words] The lights held us transfixed as footsteps crunched in the snow. The fat man spoke to my friends and they changed. Then he whispered a name and the red light entered me. I sprouted fur and horns, and as he hitched me to his sleigh my nose began to glow.
Hello, Rudolph! Good one
Very seasonal
Thank you. I so wanted to get a 'ho ho ho' in. But it's three whole words 😄
[My 50 Words] We joined the dance, following as best we could, given our human limitations. Spinning increasingly faster for hours, we finally dropped, exhausted. The red light continued to encircle us into a spiral that tightened with every turn. Our guests? No. We were their meal, the source of their illuminated energy.
Oh no!