He screamed in anguish and terror. This reality cannot remain. That voice. No. The mad gods are punishing me. You never existed to have: a sound, a voice, a pattern, and a shape. I witness the birth of that universe, and I crushed it with my hands. You cannot exist.

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I found out about this weeks 50 word story contest from the original blog post found here

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My previous entries:

Week 21—A New Cloud
Week 20-- White-Knuckling Adrenaline
Week 19-- Leaving My Mark
Week 18-- Live like a Fringe Space Pilot
Week 17-- Space Trucker