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A Fool's Gold
Flash Fiction/ FaithWriters Writing Challenge
Word Count 658
He
crouches in the corner of his cell looking into his hands. There are no
windows; not the smallest hole or crack in the wall to allow the most
minuscule blade of the sun’s warmth to knife through the cold darkness.
His hair is long, matted, and smells of vomit.
His black eyes stare into his callous and
cracked hands, blackened by his own filth, nails flat and chipped,
fingers blood stained from years of desperate clawing into the
impenetrable walls of this dungeon like cell. A tear yearns to fall from
his blood shot eyes but they have long dried up, unable to give birth to
moisture.
Not one can cry for him. He has found
justice.
Once a great and mighty man but now only a
fading memory in his own mind. All have forgotten him, none desire to
remember.
He once stood as general of the monstrous
armies that marched against the very Mount Zion. He spoke blasphemies
against the Ancient of Days, without fear. He was the man-beast that
nearly destroyed the race of God’s own children. He ran after a kingdom
of his own. His treasure was in the defiance of the Almighty, and in the
creating of his own malicious empire.
In his legendary madness he believed that
he would be God. He had a wicked dream birthed in pure evil and he
destroyed millions to obtain it. His dream became his unholy obsession.
Like a brain sick explorer recklessly abandoning all logic and humanity
to be the first to discover a fairy tale country, or a man giving up
sanity for another drink of alcohol, in the same manner he trudged
forward into his demonic crusade, leaving in his wake rivers of blood,
pain, and despair.
Finally the moment came and he found
himself standing upon the shaky pinnacle of the kingdom he forged
through deception, lust, and murder. Looking out across the desert land,
where once was Eden, his demon army chants- a vast expanse of darkness
that is alive, moving, and breathing. With a shriek that splits the
atmosphere he clinches his fist and defies heaven, changeling the King
of Kings and Lord of Lords.
And He gets an answer…
As the morning sun breaks through the
darkness, cutting deep into the night and spilling golden radiance upon
the dessert plain, a sinister choir of demented harmony rises from the
shadows. Legions of creatures and other beasts without names jerk
violently in utter anguish; their sorrowful and tormented cries cover
the earth with a tangible fear which blankets the dessert like hot
molasses.
The general, blinded by is insatiable
hunger to obtain his dream pulls his sword from its sheath, at his side,
and lunges towards the light of the King.
But he is seized, instantly, by bonds of
righteous judgment, and slammed to the ground, with the force of an
atomic blast.
Reality breaks through is skull like a jack
hammer, and he remembers.
“Oh, what have I done?” the whisper
escapes. Yet he refuses to repent. The chains that bind him sink into
the broken surface of the ground and they begin to pull him down.
“Not the Cell! Not the Cell! Not the…” his pleading is cut off as he’s
violently dragged through the earth’s hard crest and down deep into the
core of the planet, wherein lays the Cell. Like a might iron beast
waiting to be fed, it opens its metal jaws and receives him.
Now, in darkness, he waits for the
Judgment. Naked, he falls onto his side against the cold Cell floor,
still looking at his hands. All sanity is again lost, only hate and
anger, self pity and delusions. Those hands, still clutching onto some
remnant of an invisible vanishing kingdom; where he once thought he was
obtaining his empire, his Golden Rule as demon king, now he sees
clearly, though in absolute darkness, was all this time only…a fool’s
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