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Chapter 11: The sky cracked open

Awesomeclaire Literary / Fiction 1 day ago

The night it happened, Rowena was supposed to be studying for her history quiz, not staring out her bedroom window at the sky like it was trying to tell her a secret.

But something felt off.

The wind had gone still—too still. The kind of stillness that makes you hold your breath without realizing it. Even the old oak tree outside her window, the one that usually scratched against the siding like a restless cat, stood frozen.

Then the sky… shifted.

Not lightning. Not a shooting star. More like a thin, glowing seam appeared high above the treetops, stretching slowly, silently, as if someone were unzipping the night.

Rowena blinked hard. “Okay. Definitely not normal.”

The seam widened. A soft, silver light spilled out, washing the world in a pale glow. Her posters shimmered. Her desk lamp flickered. The air hummed like a plucked violin string—low, vibrating, alive.

Then something fell out of the seam.

Not a meteor. Not a drone. Something small, fast, and burning with the same silver light. It streaked downward, slicing through the air, and crashed into the woods behind her house with a muffled, echoing thud.

Rowena’s heart kicked hard against her ribs.

She should call someone. Her mom. The police. Literally anyone.

Instead, she grabbed her hoodie, shoved her feet into her sneakers, and slipped out the back door into the glowing, humming night.

Because whatever had just fallen from that crack in the sky…
It didn’t feel dangerous.

It felt like it was waiting for her.

Chapter 22: The light beyond the stars

Riot45 Fantasy 16 hours ago

When Rowena reached it, she gasped. She had thought it would be like a cartoon, finding a shooting star in her backyard.

She had found a dead rabbit. It’s guts spooled out like pink fleshy ribbons into the grass under the oak tree, eyes wide, legs twitching. And, wedged between its skull, was a humming piece of card. Silver. No bigger than a debit card. She thought it may have been a very thin piece of metal.

She crouched down, trembling, and plucked it from the rabbit’s fur. It had writing on it, but not in any langauge she recognized. It felt different.

it hummed with light and colour.

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