Faraday Cage…

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It was a decade or more since the Faraday’s had sealed themselves away from the world, and the pathway that led through the trees to their ramshackle pile had long-since succumbed to the ravages of time.

Locals looked upon their solitude with derision. They had always been a strange family – naive and simple-minded – favouring books over apps, and community over networking. Their disinterest in all things technological morphed through time and gossip until it garnered cult status. The children who ran about in the fields with gay abandon were seen as unplugged epsilons – kept from their true potential by Luddite parents.

The very last sighting had been by a parish priest who witnessing the patriarch, Aldous Faraday, erecting a signpost on the boundary line that stated: ‘The ways of old fail to satisfy.’ With a weary smile the middle-aged man retreated over the brow, never to be seen again.

Their were rumours of course – kids venturing onto the grounds on a dare and disappearing, long finger-nailed savages, and claims of perpetual joyous laughter on the wind.

Away from prying eyes something truly terrible of fantastical was occurring…

Written for: Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers

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11 responses to “Faraday Cage…

  1. This is excellent Martin, great detail and so well written. Thoroughly engaging.

  2. Wonderful story Martin! I love how they are so happy and free by not being “plugged” in to computers! Well done!

  3. What lies beyond the horizon?

  4. Great tale. This is sometimes how I feel about modern technology developing around me. Maybe I need unplug altogether!

  5. michael1148humphris

    I am not sure that I totally got this story, which reminded me of Animal Farm

  6. I would think something truly wonderful, such as people thinking for themselves.

  7. Excellent writing! People who socialize will Be called freaks in days to come!

  8. Anyone who dares defy the social consensus will be branded as dangerous outsiders. They’re usually the most interesting people of all. Of course, some of them really are dangerous. As curious as I am, I might not go over the hill myself to learn which is which in this case.

    Nicely done. Makes me want to ditch my phone…

  9. Good story. Where can I get some of that perpetual joyous laughter?

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