A new Flash Fiction prompt, this one from Dora at dVerse Poets, a one of 144 word max prose (not including the title) and a one, in this case, to include the line “Out of the ninth-month midnight” from Walt Whitman’s poem “Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking”.
The Eye and The Dark
It was time of festival, one last for the cycle, in preparation of another season of The Dark and death, things only living underground, ALL things, when the cycle’s end sweeps the surface clean with wind and freeze and The Eye turns away, but not of disdain they assure the children, and not of old frighting tales but of The Eye’s need to tend Eye otherwhere, other people’s maybe, in his vast dark but spark spotted sky.
“The Eye and those that have preceded have provided shelter for this season that comes Out of the Ninth-month midnight where me must to, after our grand revel day, and while away the cold and stark”
“But father, has no one ever ventured out during The Dark?”
“NEVER ask such questions son!”
The next, what only old time-keepers said was morning, the son could not be found.
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“when the cycle’s end sweeps the surface clean with wind and freeze and The Eye turns away ….” Wow, Frank! A fantastic scifi-fantasy tale that I thoroughly enjoyed. The son’s disappearance into the dark only makes it that much more ominous, and leaves us wondering why.
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Thanks so much Dora! I really enjoy the heck out of these flash fictions, I love the meticulous paring down to the 144 once you sort have something in place. I especially enjoyed this this one, thanks for the great prompt line, as where it started for me in my head is definitely not where it ended up. 🙂
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Your pen took off with a hiss and a roar! One could not help but to keep reading!
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Thank ya Carol!! And I so love how you put that!! 🙂
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I really enjoy this which leaves me with so many questions… the eye is always kind of menacing to me (like Sauron maybe)… so with that I would have guessed that the dark was bliss…
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Thanks Bjorn! No, I didn’t imagine The Eye to be a menacing thing but a God (a star) in the sky for them that leaves for a time only to return later, though they don’t know why, they just know the “what is” when it happens, and that there might frighting stories in the dark.
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Ominous, a sense that anything could happen, and the difference between risk takers and controllers- the fearful.
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Well thank ya my friend. I love these flash fictions. Not that I can’t write longer things, I can be a long winded bastard, but these are specific and offer such a welcome challenge and could always be the kickstart to my long winded bastardness.
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