It’s time for this week’s Song Title Challenge.
Write a short piece of fiction, around 300 words, using the song title as your story title but don’t listen to the song. You can pick your own genre or use the one suggested to me. Remember to link back to this post so I can find yours.
This week’s song is Sleeping Swans by Swallow the Sun and the genre is Horror/Thriller (though I think I might have crossed over into Sci-Fi a bit). Thanks to Cain from No BS Books for the suggestion.
They say just before it dies, a swan sings and it’s the most beautiful sound known on Earth. Scientists say it’s a myth, but I’ve heard it. I heard fifty of them, all at once. It was incredible. Then they died.
They all died.
Haven’t you noticed? Go walk through London. I’ll give you everything I own if you can find a single swan.
I won’t be needing it. I’ll be dead soon.
I haven’t slept in four weeks. Not since the night I heard the swans. Their music keeps playing in my head. It’s so beautiful. I wish you could hear it. But there aren’t any swans left to sing for you. They’ve all gone.
I think I’m next.
I can’t remember when I last slept.
I can see them, you know. Watching us. They look like people, but they’re…not. People don’t stand that still. They never move. They just stand there, waiting.
I first saw them when I woke up the morning after the swans sang to me.
I haven’t seen a swan since.
They’ve all disappeared.
But the others are everywhere, watching. They were watching me, that morning. I wasn’t supposed to be there, out in that field. I wasn’t supposed to hear.
Now I can’t get the music out of my head. Such beautiful music. It never stops.
I wish I could sleep.
The swans are all gone.
The singing won’t stop.
I wasn’t supposed to hear them, and now I can see.
I think I’m next.
Copyright © 2013 Herman Kok