Nano Writing Month, 2017.6

[mc776]

Every day, write some bit of fiction. Preferably over 50 words, but there will be no standard beyond "something". Posting is entirely optional.

The noises would not stop. They were hounding him, following him, gleefully interrupting his every thought.

He thrashed his sword about in the undifferentiated red darkness. He could not hear the obscenities he was screaming and only knew he was screaming at all by feel.

Yet something in him could still hear the djinn's mocking laugh in the midst of it all.

After the first thousand years he gave up. He lay down. The sword dissolved into the redness of the screams. It burned all the way down. He did not know how his nerves had grown into the blade. It was a welcome distraction from the screams.

"Fine! I am defenceless! What the fuck do you want? Take it! Take it and die!"

He opened his mind to the screams, or the noise, or whatever the incessant abstracted sound-like presence was.

It just got worse and mindlessly continued.

He picked up his sword and started slashing and screaming again.

This time, however, it cut.

Golden words fell out of the screaming red void. He slashed, and parried a falling glittering mass of numbers, of near-meanings and half-formed thoughts. Tiny, innumerable bits of the void were falling apart before his very eyes.

He kept going. It must have been years of continuous cutting as the golden blade carved new meanings into what had once been scarlet nothing. Memories and lives bled onto the crossguard. Discoveries and formulae poured out of sucking wounds in the fabric of space-time, desperately recombining and reforming themselves lest they weaken and be consumed again into the noisome void.

He read and learned. There was so much - lives upon lives, worlds within worlds scrambled into bits and melded into this infinite red noise, waiting to be pulled out by whatever was in this sword that was permanently in his hand. Soon he found himself standing on a planet, unseen by its teeming fauna and strange small green populace, working just beneath their understanding, the invisible blade glowing with the blood of the newly reborn universe.

He learned that he was trapped within a golden tablet in an ancient temple orbiting an unnamed star somewhere near Betelgeuse, a simulacrum of a world long-dead and recorded within its infinitely dense tapestries. He was able to speak with the remnants of the world's people, and learned much of their lore and magick. And he learned, and cut, and bode his time, eventually learning to send a signal to travellers afar off who may one day release him.

And once they did, he was going to find that djinn and beat the living shit out of it.

Comments

[mc776]

Fixed!

(and lol that userpic)

[steorra]

:-)

Restaurant sign in Calgary I couldn't resist grabbing a picture of when I lived there.