Fathom
Written 54-K28 [2023-05-24], Edited 54-K28 [2023-05-24]
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It was dark outside the submersible. The light of the sun never reached this far down, neither at noon nor midnight, neither in summer nor winter.
Dr. Edmunds kept her hands on the controls, but for the moment all there was to do was sink into the abyss. The floodlights of the submersible were swallowed by the unfathomable deep, reaching to find something that might not exist.
Small dots of light started appearing in the water. “Are those bioluminescent creatures?” Asked Dr. Edmunds to herself. “Or are they my own hallucinations?” She cackled and snorted and guffawed, there was nobody else here telling her to maintain her composure. Once the mission was complete, the video logs would reveal the truth.
Notes
This was written in 6 minutes during a Joy of Writing meetup.
Feedback from the Joy of Writing group
- the poor woman is going mad
- photos of titanic by submersible
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