Inspired by what I see a lot of writers doing on this platform, and a recent interview by with , I’ve decided to also post short works of fiction and poetry at my Substack. Patrick, in particular, publishes short fiction pieces of 50 words, which I thought was quite fun and interesting. I’ve decided to go with 200 words, perhaps because I can’t help myself. (I’ll also be publishing more from my fiction books and upcoming works here too.)
What you find below may or may not be autobiographical :).
The air was warm, and comfortable. So he sat on a bench, the ocean roaring in the dark; a lonely street light glimmering nearby, feint and yellow. A few bugs were flittering around it.
The sea before him. It stretched into thick, unseen blackness. Into nothing but darkness and shadow.
As each wave rose and arched, the tip of it glittered in the moonlight. Below the small flicking of that light, the wave was full of darkness and chaos; deep and unspeaking. It made him think of God. Wild, unknowable, yet persistently and continuously always there. So often dark, mysterious, un-answering. You could hear that voice - crashing into your life, day after day, but dare not step in. Could anyone survive that? It was impossible. Should you try, you would be sucked underneath into the endless eternity - drowned in the wet, unfathomable night.
God is light, but yet He exists too in the dark. There, in the chaos, the obscurity, the endless oblivion, the vacuous cavity, His presence would always be.
Thanks for the mention here; delighted that the interview formed some sort of part of the inspiration to write short fiction.
This was really good.