The Eleventh Film – Horror/Science Fiction Flash Fiction Series

Barnaby Taylor

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The Eleventh Film VIII

Spent.
Bereft.
Devoid.
Shorn.
Indigent.
With nothing left, the world began to slowly exhaust itself.
And that was when the first transmission was received.
Two voices. Discordant harmony.
Looping continually.
Heard all around the globe.
It became more apparent with every listen that the world was listening to the sound of its own demise. There was nothing else to do but accept this as the end it truly was.
There was a hope that once shone deep within us all. That all these questions might simply resolve themselves over time as questions are wont to do. But it was the absence of discernible answers that made the questions themselves fade from view.
Leaving only empty.

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