1. There are TWO A to Z posts, this one (a 250-word short story) and the one below, a serialized story about life, death, afterlife, and letters.
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And now, your 250-word short story in which an abstract concept IS NOT.
That was when she seriously began to want to kill time and put a plan into action to do that.
People don’t think of time as an actual thing that you can kill, she wrote in the notebook the police found later. Or was it earlier? Hard to say after she succeeded and time was no more, forcing people to assign sequences to things based on their own ideas and intuition.
But it is, she had written. Or: it was. Time is (was) a dimension, and she knew that dimensions were things you could get outside, and anything you can get outside of is a thing that can be destroyed. In the end, it was that easy: all the talk of entropy and superstrings and Godel’s ramblings were as ineffectual and intellectual as 8th-grade poetry about unicorns and love. She was able to move into fourth, fifth, sixth, even the seventh dimension using nothing more than subgrade harmonics.
The best plans are simple ones, she wrote in confession/memoir, and explained how she had gotten (would get) to the place so far outside of time that time itself looked (would look) to her how a dot looks to people existing in the usual four dimensions (us). At that point, she had simply stepped on time, ground it into nothing. Revenge accomplished, she strode off, godlike in the way she paid no attention to the havoc wreaked in dimensions beneath her notice.
In 250=1 I write short stories that are always exactly 250 words long, including the title. There's 60+ of them, and you can find links to them all by clicking here. Alternatively, if that's too easy, find them by projecting your astral self into a realm where all things are visible and then just look around, but I'd go with the link.