Daily writing prompts based around a weekly theme.
Prompt - Acatalepsy
This week's theme is unusual words starting with A, and today's prompt is acatalepsy - the incomprehensibility of all things; the doctrine held by the ancient Skeptic philosophers that human knowledge never amounts to certainty, but only to probability.
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Alice was well and truly lost. The city gate she'd entered through was far behind her, and she couldn't even see the walls. She sighed and leaned on a building.
She fell through the wall. What.
The room within was odd. The floor jutted at an unnatural angle. The walls looked less solid than from without. The air seemed to pulse.
Alice touched ther hand to the wall. No give. She leaned on it. Her entry was not an exit.
She gingerly stepped onto the floor, and was given a rude shock when the direction of down changed. Now, it was as if the walls were set at odd angles. A shiver ran down her spine.
She swallowed her doubts and carefully walked across the floor, in search of an exit. She spotted a door set in the ceiling, walked to beneath it, and tried jumping – only to fall on her front onto the wall. She stood up, even more ill at ease.
The door was a simple one. Alice stepped through it without problem, only to find that the wall turned into a guide-rail-less strip that shimmered and did a loop-de-loop.
The door clanked closed behind her. She gulped and inched forwards along the path. The hazy air impeded her vision. She chose not to look past the sides.
Finally, she reached the end. Another door stood in front of her. She opened it.
A dead-end room that otherwise looked completely normal. She stepped in, and the door drifted through her and locked itself. She was trapped. She leaned on the far wall-
And tumbled through.
She was back next to the city gate. She walked back out, out of the city, away from the incomprehensibility. The shivers on her spine stayed until the city was behind the horizon.
Chiaroscuro
Form: drabble
Series: Kingdom Hearts
The sudden guttering of one lamp startled Xehanort from his ruminations.
No choice in the matter, either; with half his cluttered workspace plunged into shadow, he had to step away from the taunting, maddening calculations, at least long enough to trim wicks and replenish reservoirs.
The flickering shades prickled at his mind, mocking, and his hands shook as he worked, amber droplets splashing onto his white coat --
Why must His Majesty deny me? Deny the danger?
There's no time. I need to find the answer. I need ...
Answers. All this, and still nothing.
The lamp bloomed golden; the darkness beckoned.