A flash-fiction i wrote today. Those who tried The Chrysalis would know i insert some of my brief stories intact if i can (nod)
(well, their english translation at any rate...)
Feedback is welcome.
Immobile
My most defining characteristic is that I remain immobile.
Why do I remain immobile?
Certainly not due to any beauty of the location I am at. And yet I remain immobile, since the world around me is the world of my ghosts. I do not remain immobile because one ghost made its appearance, and consequently I was shocked by its nightmarish form (something like that would have been perfectly sensible), but due to fearing that if I was to move I'd then cause the mass emergence of ghosts, and it's been sometime now since I am of the opinion that the sole reason I am surviving is that those ghosts have kept to being hard to notice.
Reminds me of some of Poe's shorter works I read long, long ago, especially one called "Silence" I think it was.
Thanks :) I read that now. Nice.