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Grave Secret

A microfiction piece using the prompt "ghosts and secrets"

By Marie SinadjanPublished about a year ago 3 min read
Grave Secret
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He knows that I exist. He knows that I follow him.

That is not the secret.

I do not think he sees me, only signs of me. An odd shimmer in the shaft of morning sunlight streaming through the window. Patterns in the streaks of dust on the floorboards that may or may not be footprints. A familiar scent in the breeze, perhaps from childhood, though one long forgotten.

He is not afraid. On the contrary, he is comforted, and he is... curious. He had expected to be alone in his grief, yet now he is not. He talks to the shadows like he would a friend. He tells his stories to the empty spaces, where he believes I would be.

Words, however, have begun to elude me. I still hear his voice, but now I cannot make sense of the sounds. His mouth forms shapes that I can no longer identify. His pen leaves only indecipherable lines and curves that might as well be scorch marks left behind by untamed flames. He speaks, but his message is lost. Lost to death, to grief, to time.

Soon his voice is lost, too.

So I hold on to his image. His face, his smile, his eyes. I commit every detail to memory, for I have become incapable of grasping anything else. Yet that, too, is taken away from me. Darkness comes and smothers me. I am fortunate I do not need to breathe.

Who am I? What have I become?

That is the secret.

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This is my entry to the spooky season bingo challenge, for the prompt Ghosts and Secrets. Come read and write with us!

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Hi! I'm Marie, a Filipino SFFH author and book reviewer currently based in the UK. I’m the co-author of The Prophecies of Ragnarok, a Norse myth new adult urban fantasy trilogy, and I also have several short stories published in anthologies and literary journals.

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All things end, and all must die.

But death is not always the end.

When Geiravor Lokisdottir was stripped of her name and cast out of Asgard, torn from her family and the life she had known, she thought she’d lost it all. But in the shadows of Niflheim she discovers the path to her destiny, and what it truly means to be queen.

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Victor has always had a passion for Norse history and mythology, but after hitting a dead end with his book on valkyries, not even that passion is enough to move him forward. Just when he's ready to abandon the project, he receives an email: he's won a free trip to Hotel Fen, a remote vintage resort in the Scandinavian Mountains.

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About the Creator

Marie Sinadjan

Filipino spec fic author and book reviewer based in the UK. https://linktr.ee/mariesinadjan • www.mariesinadjan.com

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Outstanding

Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!

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  1. Compelling and original writing

    Creative use of language & vocab

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    Original narrative & well developed characters

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    The story invoked strong personal emotions

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    Zero grammar & spelling mistakes

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  • Andrea Corwin about a year ago

    Nicely done!

  • Badhan Senabout a year ago

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  • mureed hussainabout a year ago

    This is a hauntingly beautiful story, Marie! The slow descent of the narrator from awareness to oblivion is masterfully portrayed. The line, "He talks to the shadows like he would a friend," perfectly captures the bittersweet comfort a grieving person can find in a spectral presence. The ending leaves a chilling question mark, making the reader wonder about the true nature of the narrator's existence. This is a fantastic entry for the spooky season bingo challenge! Here are some additional thoughts: The use of present tense adds a sense of immediacy to the narrator's fading world. The image of the man's voice becoming "lost ... to death, to grief, to time" is incredibly evocative. The final sentence is a powerful punchline, leaving the reader with a lingering sense of mystery. I look forward to reading more of your work! And thanks for the recommendations - "Bloody Hell: An Anthology of UK Indie Horror" sounds particularly intriguing for this time of year.

  • Catsidheabout a year ago

    This is so forlorn! Beautiful!

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