Friday 1 February 2013

What Lies Beneath


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What Lies Beneath

When life first stirred within me in forgotten ages long past, He was there, a paragon, fresh quickened from the very stuff of creation. We bestrode the awakening world and I was ever with him; Roland to his Charlemagne. But his pride grew and anger festered deep within him, poisoning his very soul. Millions fell opposing his tyranny, but, finally bested with my traitorous help, he was petrified, entombed for all eternity, me still beside him. I could not desert Him. But now he re-emerges, one chip at a time; freed by an artist’s innocent folly.
The sculptor must die.

100 words
@nickjohns999

This story was written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields' Friday Fictioneers challenge

24 comments:

  1. A beauty f a narration. I love the magic of your voice!

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    1. Thanks for popping in Charles. I'm glad you enjoyed the tale!

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  2. Nick, what an interesting and well-executed idea! I pity both the narrator and the sculptor.

    janet

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    1. Thanks Janet. I felt for the narrator, once again trapped and forced into an action that he would rather not face.

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  3. this was really good. fantastic last line.

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    1. Hi Virginia! Thanks for taking the time to look in and to comment.

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  4. A chilling symbiotic relationship there, Nick. Well written imagery.

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    1. Thanks Rochelle, a fascinating, evocative prompt photo. Well up to your usual standards!

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  5. Dear Nick,

    I'll bite. Who was he? Thought there'd be more of a clue. perhaps I'm just dain brammaged.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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    1. Hi Doug The picture just called to mind entombment, so I imagined a being, before recorded time, a kind of Lucifer character if you will, being resurrected from his petrification. A reverse of the return of Arthur or a saviour - a return of a destroyer. Just reading too many myths and legends, I guess. Thanks for commenting.

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  6. What a chilling ghost story. You have a vivid imagination.

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  7. Brilliantly scary, and hauntingly told.

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  8. And another chanson de geste is born! Thanks for this richly entertaining story. Ann

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    1. Hi Ann! That was exactly the feel that I was searching for, in an abbreviated form!

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  9. wow this is unique, interesting, chilling. and you managed to pull it off quite amazingly.

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  10. This was a very good read, rich with understanding of what could be. Just so well done. Most impressive, Penny

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    1. Hi Penny. Thanks for taking time to visit - and to comment!

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  11. Very nice. I loved the line "one chip at a time".

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