I wrote a Flash fiction in which each line begins with a letter from the alphabet. The following is the piece
A cold day in autumn is where we begin,
because of the lack of interpersonal relationships and boundaries begin.
Chills came down my spine as I took my cardigan out of the closet,
determining that the dankness of the apartment was to blame within.
Everyone had left town months prior leaving me with the excruciating envy,
finally, I realized that this moment was foolproof to complete my manuscripts power.
Glasses now on my head I began to write about the gangly creatures that I dreamt about.
Horror was what I wrote. It consumed my hubris all waking hours.
I tried to remember what I dreamt the night previously. Incandescent specters sucking out life.
Just as I remembered the dreams, I heard a soft rapping on the door breaking the quiet.
“Kayla is that you?” Keeping track of my manuscript.
Leaving behind several valuables she left the day prior
“Many have come but few have followed,
never will the dead arrive to the hollow.
Opulence of wealth will teeth screech and knash.
Pay the price now before the chance is your last.”
“Queer.” I said wondering the weight of the quote,
“Really, I’ve heard it before in something I wrote.”
Silence fell down the room and hall,
the quote I wrote was not known to all.
Ubiquitous sounds echoed around the apartment unfortunately this wasn’t over,
virtually I was surrounded by sounds, voices, and visitors. They began to talk, and I listened.
“we are here to help you finish your work. Continue and all will be finished.”
Xanthic vision took over sight, I grew xenophobic to anything but apparitions.
“You have served us well.” When they saw I was finished. “Now spread the world with this vision.”
Zephers entered the room, seemingly moving me with it, I was becoming a zealot and the world was finished.
