When the world froze, they built their houses on the ice. They were survivors, and refused to freeze and starve. The world continued, and they would continue to make their way.
When the thaw came and covered the world in a vast ocean, they turned their houses into boats. They fished and farmed seaweed as they searched for dry land.
When the ocean dried up, they dug deep wells, pulling cool water from underground lakes beneath the salt plains.
When the world died, they built rockets, and leviathan ships to travel the dark between worlds, searching for a new home.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.