The Race (Fifty Word Story)

The race

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Miniscule swimmers are racing each other in the dark, warm waters. At the end of the stream the ultimate prize awaits.

Everybody wants to enter that sphere of creation. - Everybody wants to but only the Chosen will.

As they approach the end, the strongest one pierces through.

Life is born.

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This was a short (and obscure) description of the moment of conception. Did you manage to decrypt it before my explanation?

The story will be my entry for the new Fifty Word Story Contest held by @gonzo and @sarah-xx on Whaleshares.

The new prompt is the word "tiny".

As soon as I read the word for this week, I was transferred to the macro world. I felt myself shrinking and travelling to the magical moment of creating life. I could almost see the spark that marks the beginning of a new life, the development of a new organisation. The miracle!

Do you feel I delivered the message well? ^{(see what I did there?)}
Tell me what you think!

And push yourself to write something (looks at @cryptomaniacsgr). Fifty words is not that big a deal!

Thank you so much for your time!

Until my next post,
Steem on and keep smiling, people!

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^{Original story by @ruth-girl - 2019
Also shared on my Whaleshares blog}