Mono Fiction 2 - Drift
The Ship was sinking, she could do nothing. She looked around and saw a door, unlike the others, this door glowed, it showed promise, hope. A sudden rush of optimism rushed through her, she felt calm. Looking around at the screaming passengers of the sinking steamer, she realised that this was not the end. There was more. A man grabbed her and shook her, screaming words that were of no importance to her any more. She pushed him away from her, he looked at her, disappointed as he ran upstairs towards the room of flames on the upper decks of the SS. Perry. She returned in gaze of the door, walking slowly towards it, as beams fell from the ceiling more people ran past screaming, some with injuries, there was a loud groan as a bulkhead burst in the engine room flooding it full of water. Reaching her hand towards the handle she was overwhelmed with the feeling of well being, she felt certain that life would continue behind the door. Grabbing a firm hold of the handle, she smiled
Mono Fiction 1
He stood still, motionless. Standing on top of the column where he had been for several days, I could see his concentration was complete. The people of the village muttered between themselves and gawked at him. His eyes remained still, he never blinked, he never moved, or sneezed or coughed, he never sighed or breathed or thought of giving up. He was a rock. A living monument, and as time would pass he would be engulfed by nature and reclaimed by the planet. We would speak of him for generations to come, not with ridicule that circulates today, but as the one free man.