Saturday, January 28, 2012

Clandestine [five sentence fiction]

Hovering in the dark night, the orb slowly circled the area; seeking, searching, prying, peeking, not sure what he was looking for. He avoided the streetlights and flashing neon signs, staying in the back alleys where the vermin and leftovers of humanity reigned. Higher, lower, back and forth he drifted along, ever probing the corners and recesses of the city for something known only in his subconscious. He stole a quick look at the object he gripped tightly; a key, a skeleton key in human tongue; something that unlocked doors, doors that kept out the unwanted and unexpected. Suddenly, there it was, THE door, bright red, holding the people on the other side safe from prying eyes even as their voices drifted outside; he placed the key in the lock, they would be hidden no more.

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6 comments:

  1. Really creates a mood - well done!

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  2. Oh I like the mood in this piece. Well done!!!

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  4. Makes me want to know more. Nice! Will you be continuing this story? I hope you do! :)

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  5. Nice job creating atmosphere and building suspense.

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  6. Very atmospheric, liked it a lot :)

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