tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628640067231161051.post1472844807250334644..comments2023-07-26T16:38:59.328+01:00Comments on Flash Fiction Writers: FFW 365 DAY CHALLENGE #37Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628640067231161051.post-8709454210883937982013-02-10T09:06:58.390+00:002013-02-10T09:06:58.390+00:00Wow! :)Wow! :)Camie Rembrandthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18113492660505456290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628640067231161051.post-39829384402495294872013-02-07T17:49:17.308+00:002013-02-07T17:49:17.308+00:00A Flow of Darkness
Look, look. They are coming.
...A Flow of Darkness<br /><br />Look, look. They are coming.<br /><br />All in black, a wave of shadows, they are coming. Run, run. And who is who and who is what, forever an agitation, a rush. It was time again, their hunger growing restlessly. They came in through the vortex, a flow of darkness, a mass of fearful attempts to strike back triggering a reaction of empowerment, that made them grow inside, the what growing inside, the who getting lost, forgotten, shaken away.<br /> <br />Run, run. But they were too fast, avid, raiding life, and forever hungry. Look. And no one looked at them. They took everyone, the young, especially the young.<br /><br />They would come back one day, through the vortex again. There would be no one to tell the others, the future others. So, an incomprehensible sense of lunacy, a total lack of recollection, would point at the black wave of shadows once more and scream a muted warning. They would struggle to survive, oblivious of the eminent and inevitable loss of who they were, unaware of what they’d become.<br />©2013 Lizzie GudkovLizzie Gudkovhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17417393726067025555noreply@blogger.com