Worlds like our own, indeed most worlds, have Fire Suns. They transmit heat and light to our worlds, because our worlds are naturally of darkness. We are of darkness, built to be animated by light.
Sometimes I stare out over the bay at the lights of houses on the other side, and looking at those little window-squares of brightness I wonder: How many of those houses have got murder mysteries happening inside of them?
Had quite a knack
For raising a flag
That got him ladies in drag.
It was late, and I was writing. My latest story didn't seem to be going anywhere- as usual, my beginning was strong, but I'd petered out early. Just what was I going to have happen next?
Just then, a man came in through the door with a gun in his hand.
The guys and I were all sitting around just chatting when I invited them over to watch the game. There were nods and agreements all around, except Hank, who put up his palms, smiled, and said, "Sorry, can't."
I asked why, and he said, "I answered a meme, remember?"
"Oh right." said Tony. "The wizard." There were murmurs of recognition and remembrance from the others.
"Wait, the what?" I asked.
They looked at me. "Oh, right." said Tony. "You don't use facebook. You wouldn't have heard about this one."