The now-defunct site ficlets.com had a feature called “Inspiration”, which would offer you an opening line, an ending line, and a smattering of CC-licensed pictures from Flickr to try and give you something to write about. One time the ending line I got was “…millions just fell from the sky”, and here’s what resulted:
Take a perfect sphere of some idealized material, colored black, and heat it up. Itâ€™ll start to radiate in the infrared, heat. Add more energy to it, and eventually itâ€™ll glow in colors you can see: dull red first, then orange, yellow. Heat it long enough and itâ€™ll glow brilliant blue, like the hottest and youngest stars there are.
Thatâ€™s how stars work, in theory. In principle gases and dust and maybe interstellar invasion fleets get in the way, blocking certain lines as they absorb specific spectra of light.
But this isnâ€™t an astronomy lesson, this is a fable. About how my father died, and yours too, probably. There arenâ€™t many of us left since Wishing Day.
The magic dragon woke in his cave at the mountainâ€™s summit, and saw X, the man whoâ€™d climbed nearly into space just to make his wish.
â€œI wish,â€ X said, not really thinking it through, â€œthat sunlight was diamonds.â€
Ten trillion diamonds flew out into space, most of them missing Earth by hundreds or millions of miles.
Millions just fell from the sky.