No More Sand

Written by T

A (Precisely) 100 Word Story

The world was gripped by insomnia. No one could determine the cause. Was it a pandemic? A virus? Maybe the planets were out of alignment. Was there an airborne toxin preventing everyone from sleeping?

Red-eyed and weary, the world carried on spinning. Stocks kept trading and the power stayed on. The resource hungry humans kept gobbling up the earth’s supplies.

A retired couple walks along the rocky shore. “Do you remember when this was a beach,” asks the wife, “before they mined all the sand?”

“That’s why no-one can sleep.” Said the husband. “There’s no sand left for the Sandman.”

T.

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We're a short story writing duo, trading tales when we're lonely to help pass the time. Our imagination is our only limit. Join us on the journey!

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