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I composed a couple of pieces of micro fiction in response to this one by Michael Van Vleet (@signalstation). Since my toots are set to auto-delete I wanted to immortalize them here.
I have rung the bell.
It was only a barren landscape and I that heard it toll. The vast nothingness has already eaten up every last echo. It is my heart that carries the last fading memory of that terrible sound. ding. ding. ding. And though it is fading—it's source, the bell, already eaten away by time—I carry it on. It carries me on. My heart has stopped beating long ago. Instead it is pumping to a memory. ding. ding. My burden.
When my husband died in childbirth I was inconsolable. He was my everything. I cried my heart out, clutching the child he had left behind. But soon after, this would be a time I would long for.
Not three months later the child followed their father to the other side. I was empty and spent. All was grey apathy.
Then I visited here, saw you. I felt something. But I couldn't stay. I had to go.
And all I could leave you with was my email in your newsletter sign up box.
In the beginning, we were 13. But fighting at the edges between the above and the great below… it takes its toll. Those less attuned to the Fink fell quickly. But after 5000 cycles even the pristine ones got weak and slipped.
When it was only 3, we split the Beast's Tooth between us, and ran and hid.
Yesterday I got word that the other two have been drained.
Now it is only I that remain.
I am the last follower.
We started out 2000 men strong, with the Gods on our sides and won at Lun. But when we gave chase on the high seas we found our ships slow and sluggish. The Gods had forsaken us and we were sunk one by one.
A group of 17 drifted ashore some island, untouched by man or God. We survived on what nature provided for us. And with time, we built another vessel that could carry us across the waves.
When we found land beneath our feet, we couldn't believe it. We had got in the comments!
I did Reply All. I said my piece, putting my future in your hands. Every human, living or dead, those that were, are, and will be—You All!—have received my reply. It is now upon you to judge me. And judge me you must, for we are the One Continuous Consciousness and it is of matter to All. What I have done, can not be undone. Can you forgive me? That is: Can you forgive yourself—that piece of you which is me?
> I'll just take whatever pizza's left
> oops, sorry 4 the reply all 😅
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