Hidden beneath the surface

pier in a storm

A dusky figure cuts through the roiling waves, smooth and soundless as an assassin’s blade. White peaks swell, cresting sharp and jagged, an ocean of broken shards of smoky glass.

Beneath the maelstrom, ancient creatures lurk, patrolling the still, dark waters for obliging prey. The smell of fear is sweet, seducing the monster onward. Death, a tingle of expectation, crackles across rip tides.

Pride and ignorance buoy tender morsels, their limbs pale beacons lighting the way for the hungry beasts, stirring emotions of loathing. Swirling eddies churn the bloody chum, drawing in more monsters to the feeding frenzy.

Hate destroys.

The 100 Word Challenge is to tell a story in only 100 words. This week’s theme is ‘Dusky’
This week’s Studio30 Plus prompt is “Unique,” and/or “Swell.”

13 thoughts on “Hidden beneath the surface

  1. “churn the bloody chum, drawing in more monsters”
    the thing is that bullying or even just dislike for someone can easily turn into this. A frenzy of words and feelings that hurt everyone in their path.

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  2. Odd how I am reading this while sitting on a boat moving above constant swells. It’s almost chilling. Imagine if I could head fog horns in the distance too? Eek!

    I agree with Agin – the last line is not needed. And I LOVE your picture! It’s alive.

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  3. I have to say, I like everything except the very last line, it seems out of place (though I get the metaphor). I think you could be clearer about whether the ‘dark figure’ is one of the ‘ancient creatures’ (my assumption) or one of the ‘tender morsels’ (makes less intuitive sense); or is it a third agent entirely?

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