Nullity of Silence
Flash Fiction: As an author, be careful what you wish for
DAY after day, year after year, the writer would traipse to the very edge of the Abyss and yell into the void until they were hoarse.
Each day it proved the same; futile, never a flicker in the void's indifference.
Still, the writer persisted; teetering on the edge of despair, held aloft by the thermals still rising from hope's glowering embers...
Some day, they'd be noticed; one day...
Abruptly, the writer ceased to yell.
They'd sensed something stir. A shift of air, a chill presence; not from the Abyss, but from someone, some thing, stood close behind.
In their left ear, they heard a voice, barely a whisper; sinister and searing...
"I read your book."
The writer felt a hand touch the small of their back; a pressure, unrelenting.
Unbalanced, they toppled; plunged into the Abyss.
Their scream, like their yells of old, was lost to the nullity of silence...
MC
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