
In the beginning, the elders say, formless chaos lay upon the face of the universe, roiling and spitting. Now I see strings of galaxies arcing across the void as gas clouds collapse under their own weight—stardust. As the inchoate future becomes past, matter condenses into pattern.
Time, that’s the remedy. It’s time which gives form and certainty to possibility.
Some of the matter swims, then sits up and crawls—the secret at the heart of the bud—slow and always straining back towards the stars.
Will we get there? Only the moving finger of time knows.
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Dear Neil,
Vividly atmospheric. Will we get there? Good question.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much Rochelle
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It’s challenging to start a story at the creation of the universe an estimated 13.8 billion years ago. I’ve done it myself but only in a roundabout way. In terms of such grand timescales, I suppose everything works out in the end.
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To be fair, I didn’t inc;lude any of the stuff from before the big bang
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There it is again, that fickle finger of fate. Interesting, Neil!
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Thanks so much, Keith
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Neil, very insightful writing. The two lines that stand out for me:
time … gives form and certainty to possibility.
and
we’re always straining back towards the stars.
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Thanks so much for that close reading, Lisa
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Neil, you’re very welcome, my pleasure.
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Universal time may have no beginning or possibly no end. But wherever we start, the clock starts ticking.
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Unless the clock’s an illusion too
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That was deep…and expansive.
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I see what you did there. Thanks, Will
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I like where your story went.
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Thanks so much
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So many questions….
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Thank you, Violet
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I love where you went with this Neil. Time is that thing we cannot fullly grasp.
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This is what comes of thinking about physics, I’m afraid. Thanks so much, Dale
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I like the cosmic feel of this Neil. I love stories with a huge scope like this. Will we return to the stars? That would take a lot of time, to be sure.
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Aha, But by the magic of narrative, I give you FTL
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Beautifully worded philosophizing. Time is fickle, though, there is no certainty about it.
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Thanks so much
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A LOT to think about here; it’ll take some time to arrive at the answer.
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If we ever do understand it
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Quite an enjoyable read, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Nancy
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Neil, the fusion of your poetic language, imagery and philosophical questioning makes the story very thought-provoking ♥️
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What a lovely comment. Thanks so much
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You are very welcome
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So much thought in 100 words! You’ve got me going down a rabbit hole of what if’s in my own head. Dammit Neil, I don’t have time for this! (lol)
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Isn’t that what stories are supposed to do?
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I love this, but I probably say that every week and will again in the future! It’s one of those patterns of time giving form to matter.
As someone who is time-challenged, that line really stood out to me: As the inchoate future becomes past, matter condenses into pattern.
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Thanks so much. I’d be very pleased for you to keeo on saying it
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Damn, this is so good Neil
I love that second paragraph !
Terrific descriptions
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Thanks so much, Laurie. I struggled and failed to link the personal and the cosmic in 100 words
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A deep and thought-provoking piece, Neil!
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Thanks so much, Brenda
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