In the blackest heart of the deepest, darkest cavern... they bloom.
Small, yet detailed. Gorgeous, vital. Colours vibrant and astonishing, where there's no light to illuminate their vibrancy, and no eyes to be astonished. Defying the treacly nothingness of the abyss they live in. Stretching against it, waving hope in the inky ether. There are so many - this one flawed, another larger, a few jewel-perfect.
Sometimes, one is lifted up to a world of light.
But most languish here - the place where the unread stories glow.
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Thank you for reading! Please do leave a comment so I can reciprocate. I appreciate feedback. I'm aware this one is flawed, as a micro piece goes, but it wanted to be out there.
You are welcome to leave a link in the comments to your least read piece 😁
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I've done a few other entries for the Microfiction Magic challenge. This one is a bit dark, and this one is a true story.
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