Both Loud and Silent | Drabble

Both Loud and Silent

All the books were both loud and silent.  Brimming with epic love stories, cataclysmic machinations and diabolical conflict.  Minds spinning imagination into fabric of contrived realities.  Existence made real encoded in language.

Could there be anything more beautiful? Explosive? Profound?

Mankind prefers their immediate sensory apparatus to enjoy imaginative art.  But if one takes experience inward you will never regret it.  It is our true psychic ability.  To follow in the footsteps of great storytellers as they lead you down unknown paths and into remarkable places.  To live a thousand other lives.

All the books were both loud and silent.

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November Drabble | The Sleeping Faces

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The Sleeping Faces

The old library had never received a donation like it before.  The cover was faded, stained, and illegible, but the inside was splashed with vibrant red ink. 

Page after page of sleeping faces, depicted in impossible detail.  Dates and names written in french beneath each one. 

Then a shiver like a freshly plucked earthworm wriggled down my spine as the raggedness of the skin around the neck and the half drooped eyelids forced my realization.  The last wilting countenances of the guillotine’s work, looked out four to a page and lolled about between my hands as I thumbed the pages.

October Drabble | Justice

drabble is a short work of fiction of precisely one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author’s ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space.


Justice

The landslide had exposed the basement and beyond, for unbeknownst to the mob of angry villagers there were chambers beneath. 

The old man had not been quick enough to retreat to his subterranean chambers to escape the collapse of his shunned home.  

Apparatus of glass and metal could still be seen set up on tables, and the archaic glyphs still glowed with a baleful phosphorescence beneath the muddy water that seeped down from above.  

In the final chamber rested the old man’s life’s work.  The trapezohedron that the mob erroneously knew had crippled the burgomeister’s son.  It was smashed easily. 

September Drabble | Infinauts

drabble is a short work of fiction of precisely one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author’s ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space.


Infinauts

The real magic comes from the knowledge that everything that is possible, or impossible, exists simultaneously.  One only needs to conceptualize it and in some unused corner of the corrosive ether, that thing pops into existence.  Then you see it’s only a logistical problem of getting to it.  

My contribution to this endeavor is overcoming the frailty of the human body.  To be able to go absolutely anywhere and see beyond all limits. 

The machine was truly fantastic and afforded breathtaking views out of its faceted windows.  For we traveled in dreams, and indeed here we could never be hurt.