Borne on sacred scents, my development is complete. Now, incarnated in astral form, I hover over the occidental shore of the earth’s most populous continent.

I brace myself for the coming cacophony. My throat fills, and at Gaia’s command, I throw back my head and let fly the discordant melody that holds the power to move mountains: an unstoppable force, unleashed from the fragile firmament to the barely broken azure below.

Waves of disharmony filter through the air, a hideous marriage of chords of doom and pitches of despair.

The earth’s crust shatters
sulphurous strings billow forth:
Mount Teide tumbles.

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Written in response to two challenges:

– Di of Pensitivity101‘s Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge – MARRIAGE, STRING, DEVELOPMENT
– Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge‘s Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt – FILTER

I have also set myself the additional challenges of confining my piece to 100 words exactly and writing this, now ongoing story, in the haibun form. Just for fun!

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