Silent, we wait. Sooner or later you will come round. They all do. And our patience knows no bounds. You will come our way, and find us. Whether you recognise us or not, we don’t care. We will draw no pleasure from your destruction. It is your fate, and it is ours.
We are mere facilitators. We undo knots. We clear the way. We remove the pieces that don’t fit. And you and your kind certainly no longer fit.
Amazing!!
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Flash fiction is a wonderful art that says a lot in few words. Well done! Thanks for nudging me over here.
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This is a good response to the prompt.
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Really well done! ❤
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I like the ambiguity of that final line.
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Sad they they must mete out fate and experience nothing. Perhaps it is their own personal prison. Love where you took this.
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This is very unsettling, well done 💜
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This is so original and clever. I’ve no idea how you’ve managed to convey such a lot through so few words, but it’s very effective and chilling. And thought provoking at that. Very well done. 🙂
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