Note: Do not ask me where this drabble came from. The whole thing just came out in one go while letting my mind wander from writing the latest chapter of "The Sword of the Soul," and shocked the hell out of me when it was done. (And it is exactly 100 words, not including the title.)


THE SILENCE

The swords are silent in anticipation.
He is silent.

Inhale.

The swords hiss as they are drawn.
He is silent.

Turn.

The swords hum as they slice through the air.
He is silent.

Sweep.

The swords sing in his hands as they flash.
He is silent.

Drop.

The swords ring as they dance.
He is silent.

Slash.

The swords scream as they taste blood.
He is silent.

Whirl.

The swords shriek as they carve through flesh.
He is silent.

Stab.

The swords howl as they bring death.
He is silent.

Exhale.

The swords are silent once more.
He is laughing.