The Last Constellation

My father used to tell me stories from the night sky. He could go on for hours yarning beautiful legends of mythical heroes. “The stars tell us stories of our past,” He would say, “The archive of our collective memory.”

I listened to him with raptured intensity, but never truly believed. I wish to gaze upon the celestial tapestry, but all I can see is our impending doom. Only AG-1775, the Apocalypse Galaxy, is visible now. Ominously it approaches: the harbinger of our annihilation. Already it has erased our histories, giving humanity amnesia. I cannot fathom what comes next.

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Thanks, as always, to Rochelle for the inspiration.

Word count: 100



  1. jlfatgcs · September 2, 2016

    Nick, your first paragraph was a fine piece of writing. It had my mind and my heart. -Jennie-


  2. Iain Kelly · September 2, 2016

    Started as such a heart warming tale, then went bad pretty quickly! Good work.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Dany Slone · September 2, 2016

    Lovely wee post, enjoyed it.


  4. michael1148humphris · September 2, 2016

    The night sky indeed tells many stories if we listen, it’s ending would be so sad. Mike


    • Nick Anthony · September 3, 2016

      It would be! Having grown up in a place where I could see the stars, living in a urban area now is difficult on clear nights


  5. gahlearner · September 3, 2016

    I love this. It reads like a fable and contains much truth. Beautiful writing, too.


  6. nonsmokingladybug · September 4, 2016

    I remember the first time when I visited Africa. I stood there, looked at the night sky and felt so close to the stars. I live the first paragraph better and wish you would have continued in the same direction.Great take on the photo prompt


  7. macjam47 · September 5, 2016

    Loved the first paragraph, but the second was a nice twist on the story.

    Liked by 1 person

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  9. steflifeandstuff · September 14, 2016

    nice, it was very real for me, honest


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