Posted in Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Fiction, Short Stories, Writing


In response to the Daily prompt (from a few days ago!).


Plop, plop.

The sound echoes in the dark, reverberates around the cavern for many minutes after.

Yet, is it a sound? With no ears to hear? And are the ripples real if – in this absolute darkness no eye can see?

For this pool, this precious reservoir of pure water is deep beneath the troubled earth. The purest water known to humans – never to be known by humans.

Plop, plop.

It is far beyond their reach. In the roots of the world.

It is the last pure water in the world, the only unpolluted, uncontaminated pool.

As if drawn the last few clean drops seep down wind their way down the stalactites and…

Plop, plop.

No human ears to hear, no human eyes to see. Though every human tongue is craving, thirsting, it is beyond them.

Plop, plop.

No fish swims here. No life steals from this pool or invades its secrecy.

Plop, plop.

It is sealed away, safe.




Scott Bailey is a freelance writer, author and blogger. His works include the dystopian novel “Mankind Limited”, Thirteen Tales – a collection of Ghost Stories and “A Spring of Dreams” collection of poetry. His blogging ranges across family articles, poetry and short stories and even the odd book or movie review.

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