The Quiet Rock
Copyright © 2013 by Douglas T. Vale
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The quiet rock strode about, not saying anything, a black hole that drained all harmony from the world. Granite hated it. Obsidian despised it. Marble detested it. All the great citizens of the world feared the strange quiet rock who had no name, and refused to speak, or couldn't speak. That was most horrifying. To speak was to harmonize, to harmonize was to connect, to connect was to be alive. Those who could not speak could not live. And yet the quiet rock moved with a devilish vitality.
Sandstone suggested that the quiet rock was an incarnation of the prince of darkness and the Last Earthquake, in which all the prideful sinners would be ground to dust and mixed together in anticipation of the Last Great Harmonization.
"This quiet rock is a menace, it puts me on edge," Limestone growled. "It is so unlike us. Look at its putrid, pink, soft outer shell! Look at the long black moss growing off the top of it, and beginning to sprout elsewhere. It never sits still. It keeps rolling about restlessly. It's because it refuses to speak, refuses to harmonize. We must do something before it destroys us all."