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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L.C. I loved this piece! It feels dark yet hope-filled and uplifting. It feels like a great reminder that its okay to hide in the shadows and that its okay if not everyone admires your work. Sometimes it's okay to write for just you! 😊
gorgeous and vital…FLAWLESS;)
Beautiful and encouraging. Great work.
Flawed?! FLAWED?! How the hell is this even flawed? You want flawed, I'll show you flawed! Don't mess with me, lol! This was so beautiful and poetic! I freaking loved it so much!
Flaws? Nah! 🥰 I actually quite like this one!! It’s different and thought-provoking.
So beautiful, the way you did this! I love how you describe flowers but are really talking about the stories at the back of your mind....yes? 🤗❤️❤️
I definitely thought of mushrooms. Excellent choice of vocabulary on this one. I really enjoyed it! Especially when I realized you were talking about stories and not mushrooms....lol!
Oh this was really good
Not sure what flaw you refer to. This story is genuine, lyrical and layered with meaning. But then, all stories are flawed really. This was beautiful and delicate. As to the cave setting, not all senses need light to behold beauty. I love the allegory BTW!
I like the metaphor of this whole story. Nice 👍🏽👍🏽
Classically artful. 😎