Five-Hundred Word Challenge 993: Gloom Worriers

As the heat once was, now it is less so and such is the way. Temperature of the past feels more like a memory than an actuality and maybe that’s the way that it should be. I don’t know as I’m not a weather scientist, but maybe that is the case.

Anyway, of course it means now that today is a different day, weather-wise, or something. It’s a little cloudier, though it was sunny earlier. Not so much anymore, but there still seems to be a hint of a slight warmth approaching and that’s fine.

A good thing the gloominess does not get in here, though it might just do so a bit later. I won’t bother to try and combat it as I’ve other things out there that I want to tackle and perhaps those things would involve the use of the gloominess as it permeates my area of which I currently exist within. There might be some combining of powers and all of that other stuff that sounds really cool and awesome.

Thus, the creation of the Gloom Worriers would occur and there would be no end to the adventures.

Not sure as to how much adventuring would actually occur, but that’s not something to think about at the moment. No, the only thing that needs considering is the full steam ahead stuff of which involves where they would go and how they would get there.

Of course I won’t think about it so let us just assume that there would be answers found along the way and then once those answers are found it would all make sense in some sort of logical fashion so long as the logic only applies to the events at hand.

Now a slight rumble of thunder and falling of water onto a surface that leads to the sound of the rainfall being obvious, but there is little rain. There is a lot of space between the drops, but it will pick up, and indeed already seems to be picking up. It’s almost pleasing. Almost. There probably are other, more pleasing things to hear at this current moment, but this being almost pleasing is alright. Still the gloom persists, however. Despite sounds indicating otherwise, the gloom persists and it casts a grey shadow across the morning. It stretches as far as it does wide and it consumes all that it does, but for only as long as it feels is important.

The Gloom Worriers probably would fight such a thing, though of course they would be aware that it would also be the thing that they draw their power from, thus creating a situation where there may be some sort of hesitancy, or something. There would be the questioning of what is right and wrong and all those other things, but I’m sure that there would be a solution eventually found where they would persist in the face of the destruction of their own ability, or something.

Then again, maybe they wouldn’t.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:11:98

This felt a bit bland to write and I think that really comes through.
Bits of this were based on what was happening at the time of writing, but it’s still very much fiction, I think.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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1 Response to Five-Hundred Word Challenge 993: Gloom Worriers

  1. It does’t hurt being neutral and standing ready…

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