Alabaster

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A quick flash piece done based on an eerie soundtrack

Submitted: November 06, 2015

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The darkened church sat still.  Ghosts of horrible fates scream for mercy from their hellish nightmares.  Cries of agony ring clearly.  A small girl, dark hair and black eyes, sits in a rotted pew.  The bricks of the once holy building topple around her.  Her alabaster hands folded in her lap do not move.  She is frozen, a snapshot locked forever in this position.  Her heart beats, thundering in her ears.  The cry in her head is screaming through her brain.  She cannot part her lips, let the torture escape her mind.  Lost in the battle for life, her soul is losing quickly.  Tears stream down her cheeks, whimpering, she cannot reach up to wipe them away.  Her white dress fades slowly, graying at first, then yellowing.  She is locked eternally, forever more, in this hallowed spot.  Around her screams and possessed voices tickle her senses.  Forgotten, her spirit is crushed.  A presence moves forward, omnipotent and omniscient.  Her hand reaches out, places itself on the poor child’s shoulder.  The presence screams, feeling the lost child begin to fade beneath her.  Whispers pass around them, unsure of the utter existence of the child.  A hooded figure fades into the church, bricks falling through the shadowing body.  A menacing voice rings in the mind of the poor girl, gritty and raspy, angry and hungry.  “I will eat you,” he wheezes.  Shivers run up and down her spine.  The child is lost, eternally.  Damned voices ring out, clanking like chains and rattling like bones.  Haunted shadows cast themselves down upon her.  Darkness oozes, slides, and slips its way up to her yellowed dress and pristine skin.  Climbs its way up her chilled, youthful flesh, swallowing her wholly.  The forsaken child is left, a victim to a darkened poison that slowly pulls her body from the rotted wood below.  Moments tick by, like the beat of a heart, a drum.  Her flesh fades, turning into nothingness.  Lost to the dust and stone that once was whole


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