Yeah Write #135: When Night Comes ( #amwriting #microstory )
Portals hum in the purple sky. The invaders hate light.
Without the grid, streetlamps are spent matchsticks. Shadows descend and swallow. What will I do with nothing to burn? I thought I knew darkness before the great rifts extinguished the blinking 12:00.
The last orange flame wheezes.
Run.
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Laissez Faire 
I loved “streetlamps are spent matchsticks.” Great ending!
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š I enjoyed writing this one. That line in particular.
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The sense of creepiness and dread is really well done here. The ending is great.
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I appreciate it. I do love to give people the creeps.
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“Streetlamps are spent matchsticks” is brilliant – I want to steal it. (I won’t. š ) This has an almost Lovecraftian fear of the unknown thing going on. Very cool.
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High praise. Thank you š
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