Threshold

Word: Threshold
Genre: Science Fiction

“Denonation in ten seconds…”

The doorway was less than a meter away, but it might as well have been light years. Stuck in the body of the gelatinous being known as the Glorn, Tizzy didn’t know how he would make it. He had to make it. His entire race was counting on him.

I have to press on, he thought, struggling to breathe as the Glorn’s viscous essence clung to him, its suffocating grip tightening with every step. This star base is about to explode in a yellow flower of antimatter, and if I don’t get through the doorway, my atoms will become part of that flower.

The problem with being trapped in a Glorn is that you move in their time, not in yours. But still, Tizzy pressed on, forcing his four legs forward, swimming each of his six arms in a motion towards the door, churning his tail behind, every fiber of his being focused on the doorway.

“Detonation in six seconds…”  

Come on, Glorn… we can do it…

There they were… on the threshold…

And the flower bloomed, brilliant and consuming, swallowing everything – or perhaps nothing at all.

This is a part of my Daily Writing Challenge, where I write a short story inspired by a single word and genre prompt each day. The goal is to rekindle my creativity and try to reignite the storytelling embers.