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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – #66: The silence was deafening



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It's good to be back. Here is the entry for Week 66 of the 100 Word Challenge using the prompt

…. the silence was deafening…..


I space, they say, no-one can hear you scream.

On earth too.

There is a scream from inside that can tear a soul apart, that can cause tears to flow and a heart to tremble. There is a scream that reaches deep inside memory and beyond experience and comes from a darkness that no-one can see, that no-one could possibly imagine.

From this unknown place a piercing, wrenching roar fills my head and shatters, rips and destroys. It consumes the whole of me. It is every part of me, every fear, every fault.

But. There. Is. No. Sound.

No one hears.

The silence was deafening.


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