Original: Stonesong
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100wordsTitle: Stonesong
Original
Rating: PG
Notes: Warning for mild violence
Stumbling tourist on grey shores, he'd thought himself welcome. The singing stones were a local curiosity, well-known, spoken of easily in bars and bedrooms.
Less so the warnings: moonless nights when sea fog rolled in a western wind, and the stones sang not cheerful ditties or sweet laments, but hymns.
He tried distraction afterwards. Deprivation. Concerts pounding bass into marrow, white noise and whalesong, sense-stripped tanks raising his heartbeat to drowning thunder.
Finally desperation, and the knife. Blood pooling in his ears, he realised his mistake. Welcome indeed. Stripped of evolution's cochlear defences, he could at last hear the words.
Original
Rating: PG
Notes: Warning for mild violence
Stumbling tourist on grey shores, he'd thought himself welcome. The singing stones were a local curiosity, well-known, spoken of easily in bars and bedrooms.
Less so the warnings: moonless nights when sea fog rolled in a western wind, and the stones sang not cheerful ditties or sweet laments, but hymns.
He tried distraction afterwards. Deprivation. Concerts pounding bass into marrow, white noise and whalesong, sense-stripped tanks raising his heartbeat to drowning thunder.
Finally desperation, and the knife. Blood pooling in his ears, he realised his mistake. Welcome indeed. Stripped of evolution's cochlear defences, he could at last hear the words.
