Can You Hear the Song of the Stars?
A 250 word horror flash fiction for Macabre Monday's "Postcards from the Darkside"
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What if you could hear space? What might She say to you, if your ears were open to Her voice?
I thought about this frequently when I was young. Meandering into the woods at night, I’d pick a clearing or meadow, lay among the leaves and pine needles in a puffy windbreaker, and watch the starry sky. How many years passed since I did this; ten? Twenty?
One hundred?
A thousand?
When you’ve meandered as long as I, it becomes impossible to know, not that I worry about such things. What use have I for worry? The bustling thrum of life in modern societies, the myriad concerns people busy themselves with day after day. Bills to pay and outfits to choose and meals to plan. Relationships to manage and families to raise and all those other miniscule things that ultimately amount to nothing. Less than nothing.
Small.
Insignificant.
Like me, and like you. Which isn’t to say that I’m like you. Oh we’re similar enough in concept, but you’re trapped in that material world of yours, darting back and forth and filling your blink of a life with meaningless dross. Not I. I lay within my meadow. I drift languidly through the incomprehensible vastness of existence. Perhaps you think it a lonely existence, but you’d be wrong, for I’m not alone.
She sings to me. All across the endless firmament, Her voice speaks truths which you will never hear.
Never know.
How could you, when you are but a thought?
It’s been a very long while since I last participated in Macabre Monday, but
’s recent prompt, “Postcards from the Darkside,” sparked a little inspiration in me. Thus did the black expanse within my mind open itself to me, revealing a sea of singing stars housed within the endless firmament. “Can You Hear the Song of the Stars?” is on the experimental side for me, a piece of flash fiction wherein I wanted to touch on the ideas of existentialism and bliss within cosmic horror. Was it successful? I’ll leave that for you to decide. In the meantime, if you enjoyed this story and would like to read more of my fiction, essays, and book reviews, please consider subscribing to Tales of Calamity and Triumph down below and as always, thank you for reading!My first novella, In the Giant’s Shadow, is available for purchase! Lured to the sleepy farming community of Jötungatt by a mysterious white raven, Gaiur the Valdunite soon finds herself caught in a strange conspiracy of ritual murder and very real nightmares.
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This is mild. The accompanying image is beautiful.would be interested to know the object and the origin of the image.
That was different. I like it.
Was I scared?
Nope. 😅
It takes a whollota more to scare me. (Says Kathrine who doesn’t watch horror movies because she’s too scared to go to the toilet at night afterward!😅). But I did like the twist at the end. Cool.😎