Today I decided to give myself a 100 word challenge. No topic, no prompt, just a hundred words. Written on the 25th May 2016.
The green column soared skyward, mountains falling away to either side. As it turned out, Earth was a cosmic seed and the column was the sapling which sprouted from it. 4.5 billion years is a long time to wait for life. The vacuum of space is a slow incubator.
What would it become? A tree? Perhaps. Maybe it would produce the fruit which would become new galaxies, ripe and fertile.
Perhaps it would become a lily, blossoming in the twilight of time. A final expression of beauty before everything turns cold and black.
Whatever the case, none would ever know.