Wednesday again and time for the creative exploits of the Friday Fictioneers. Nearly a 100 people every week tackle the 100 word photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Â Get yourself over and have a go.
He knew not the time or the days that had passed. For the day and the night were no longer defined. He searched for the source till his ears bled with fire, a molten elixir that burned beneath skin. Still the music played on.
Whispering chords that wove between thought. He was no longer able to separate reality from memory or quaver from cleft. He looked at the chaos that was strewn all around, the radio, the stereo, the piano all smashed. He lifted the hammer and beat at the keyboard. Still the tempo increased and the music played on.
Helen, I could almost feel his pain and could definitely feel his frustration. Nicely crafted story of madness.
janet
This has an amazing rhythm to it. Excellent work!
A great idea from the picture. Like musical tinnitus.
You get better and better, Helen. Always a pleasure to read.
I’ll get you that fiver later 😉
Thought you said ten 😉
Nice one Helen. Did you mean ‘chords’?
Opps, I did. Thanks for the pick up 😉
At first I thought this a bit over-written, darling (to be honest) but by the time the climax came and the madness was revealed, the phrases such as “a molten elixer” began to fit a lot better.
Thanks for reading, I appreciate the critique, as always 🙂
I’ve had “ear-worms” like that! Your flash was a by-golly re-readable. I enjoyed it!
Thank you very much, sorry about the ‘ear worms’ lol 🙂
I loved the writing in this. Very descriptive, very painful, very beautiful.
Thanks so much 🙂
A dark place, dear lady, and very well described.
Scary biscuits!
I am almost scared that I understand this so well.
Dear Helen,
Misophonia? Great title and a compelling description of madness.
Aloha,
Doug
Thanks Doug 🙂
Dear Helen,
I’m going to have to find a heating pad for the earache I have from reading this. Ouch! You captured his pain with eloquence. Makes me grateful for the silence of my office at this moment. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks, we often take the silence for granted 😉
I’m sure I had a neighbour like this, now I have an inkling of what they were going through. Great story, Helen.
Thanks 🙂
Tears the guts out – what emotion you’ve laid bare on the page. How many artists have I seen destroy themselves in such a manner – in various mediums – please, Lord, I can’t count them all. Not today, anyway. Bravo for a job well done.
I’m glad you caught the madness in this, I was hoping it would read that way 🙂
A frightening depiction of impending madness, well told.
A real nightmare. Will there be a silence? A wakening?
Oh that music.. never silence.. I can sympathise.. wonder if it was for real or within his head.
Powerful writing. Has a ‘Stephen King’ feel to it!
Many thanks, If only I had his selling power, lol 🙂
i read it out loud. striking, powerful language. 🙂
Always enjoy reading yours, Helen. By the time I finished this one, I could virtually hear the mad song in my own head. Wonderful!
Haunting. Kind of like a Poe “Tell Tale Heart” and an 80’s song that won’t get out of your head no matter what.
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