This is a new writing exercise, by , for all of us aspiring fiction writers. Every day for this week
will be posting a newspaper article without any context behind it.
The point of this exercise is to create a short fiction story based on the headline of the article regardless of what content originally followed it.
See the original post here: https://steemit.com/writingexercise/@jeezzle/writing-a-story-using-newspaper-article-headlines-day-1-vast-areas-no-longer-shielded
The link to her story for today's prompt ring around the star can be found here: https://steemit.com/writingexercise/@jeezzle/write-a-story-using-a-newspaper-article-headline-day-4-ring-around-the-star
It was truly beautiful.
Kay put her arm around Diz's waist and lay her head against her shoulder. The viewing deck was full, but it felt as if they were alone.
The star pulsated gently, and so too did the ring around it. From here (a thousand light years, give or take), through the specially enhanced viewing glass, the dying star appeared to pulsate with colours: pink almost purple, then yellow and white. The ring of debris around it a glowed red and orange. It reminded Kay of one of the psychedelic donuts she had consummed with Diz on PlanetFun™ in Sector 234.
It was a privilege to be here. To be able to witness the end of the star. Especially this star And being with Diz was just the icing on a mighty fine cake.
It was ten years since they met. What better way to celebrate than watching an event that happened a thousand years ago?
They had met during the Great War of 5320. Diz had been a pilot at the top her game, Kay just out of training had been assigned as her gunner. The connection had been immediate, a bond of trust and understanding that had grown steadily into love.
A man bumped into her as he edged past. Kay looked up, annoyed, but the man's eyes were fixed on the spectacle beyond the thick glass of the viewing deck. He hadn't done it on purpose.
The crowd around her gasped, and Kay felt Diz's hand squeeze her.
“Look!” Diz breathed.
Kay did look, as around her rose the buzz of awestruck whispers grew. The star was sending flares of purple out and as it did so the ring glowed and then went out. The crowd fell silent.
The star - once called The Sun - had obliterated the ring of debris. And with it the last chunk of what had been their ancestors home: The Earth