Five-Hundred Word Challenge 688: Ripples Rippling

Ripples rippling half of the way to where they must head only come to a stop for some reason, but then interrupting their being in thought the water starts flowing uphill rather than down at a speed that suggests that it should not be able to do what it is doing at all. Bit of an oddity, but of course many things are. As such, the ripples keep on rippling and cross over themselves and create a noise in visible form.

It’s a mesh that spreads out and over everything and follows the water as it continues to flow up and away from a larger mass of water. It keeps spreading out and disturbs the surface of all the rivers and lakes without any signs of abating. The water shakes and appears to vibrate, but all it is showing is a mass of ripples moving outward from a source and crossing over each other and continuing on whichever direction they were heading as though they were unable to be stopped by other interruptions out there.

Of course the land remains in the way and thus the ripples are contained, but the water still keeps on moving up and the ripples keep on moving out. It all seems contained for a while, but then the land starts exhibiting strange forms of behaviour. Slowly, yet surely the ripples find their way under the soils and sands and rocks and slowly the ripples begin to spread forth from the water. Well, slowly at first. Eventually it picks up some pace.

It appears noticeable but seems to have no effect. Perhaps there is an effect, but whatever it is is not observable by those who notice. It keeps on spreading and moving forward and soon the land is possessed by the image of noise in a more physical form; or, at least the implication, for the ripples bring no noise with them. They just are there and they keep on spreading out and further away from their source and keep on crossing with other ripples until the land is engulfed by them.

It just seems to keep on spreading outward and gaining traction, and the water keeps on moving up and building mass at peaks and points of origin. The ocean seems lower than usual, and it is not just due to the tide. Eventually this phenomena becomes ignored as, whilst it was ominous at first, in the eyes of many it doesn’t appear to be changing much and is producing no visible harm, so everyone just goes back on with doing what they were doing beforehand.

Then eventually the ripples reach the other sides of themselves and suddenly they halt. They stop. They quite suddenly and rapidly retreat back to their own sources and, just as suddenly the built-up water that had moved upward releases itself and returns back to how it was before the shift. It is a sudden violence; an extravagant display with no explanation and a reason unknowable to all.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 10:08:16

Slow and not great. I do like the imagery but I’m not sure as to what I was trying to express. I’m not sure I was looking to express anything.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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