The Fallen Statues

Posted: November 6, 2016 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction, Uncategorized
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In days of old, the marble statues had lined the streets, painted in colours bold and regal. Hair of gold and silver had hung over the points of their ears and shadows had played over their sharp features. The statues, like their makers, had been beautiful. Nobody argued with that.

But their beauty was a terrible one, an inhuman one. It was a beauty to bewitch the senses, to make the blood run cold. This was the way of the Elf Lords, who reigned after the Dragon’s Fall, in the days of white cities and tall statues.

When the revolution came, the dark undercurrent finally bursting to the surface in a surge of fiery war, the statues were the first to go. The hammers fell upon beautiful faces, striking and striking until they were dust.

Now, in the ruins of the old city, all that remain are fragments: bases with no figures, chunks of unidentifiable marble, the precious reduced to refuse.

And on quiet nights, when the earth is still and the air is full of memory’s bittersweet scent, the ghosts of long-dead lords – pale as fresh-fallen snow, insubstantial as the morning mist – stand over the ruin of their works.


Word Count: 200

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Comments
  1. Kavita Chavda says:

    Very beautifully written and the image is serving as a cherry on top.

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  2. Steve Lakey says:

    Stirring stuff! Great imagination.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Iain Kelly says:

    Very atmospheric, reminded me of something like Lord of the Rings. Nice.

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  4. I did wonder where the elves went. A great story with a very atmospheric backdrop.

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  5. ceayr says:

    I do like it when a writer drifts across that line between reality and the other side.
    You did it well.
    Cool.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Lynn Love says:

    Lovely piece of writing. Sounds like the opening to a fantasy epic – have the elves really gone, or just retreated to a hidden realm? Will the earth need to bring them back when a greater threat appears? Really atmospheric and mythic stuff 🙂

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  7. mandibelle16 says:

    Wonderfully written. The terrible beauty of these elf lords, their statues is very interesting. But I guess it wasn’t a beauty meant to last since it was destroyed and I think for better. Yet they are stuck, looking at the ruins of their statue, their time in the world.

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