Every Friday, I'm going to start writing a 100-word story based on a random word. This week's word is "navel."
The High Priest looked up at the stars as he rested his hands on the castle window. "I have seen the signs, my king. It's coming. The end of the universe."
Lord Levan III snorted. "Your kind have made such predictions before."
Lord Levan screamed as a white cloud descended from the skies. It crushed the castle tower, the city, the world, and everything else in the universe.
Stanley frowned as he pulled the Q-tip out of his navel.
His wife made a face at him. "Would you go clean your bellybutton somewhere else?"
Stanley frowned. "Do you hear screaming?"
If you like this story, you may like my short story, Man Overboard.
Flash Friday: "Vanishing Point"