Ficlets

I was standing on the head of a pin. The most infinitesimal nudge would have sent me toppling into triviality, but for a moment I maintained that persistent balance at the apex of my world.

An indecipherable void below and an incomprehensible expanse above, I felt the restrictions of my dimension bearing down on me like the rolling fog of a realm that I would never see.

The entirety of my strength was consumed in a vain attempt to reach beyond the borders of my existence, to capitalize on my current success in reaching a height previously known to be unattainable. I stretched out longingly, only to find myself falling, falling into obscurity.