Hill always came to places like this when he couldn’t sleep. He needed the dreams but without sleep, there were only visions.
In his visions, he’s alone usually by choice. People made too much noise. When he couldn’t sleep, it was because his own brain made too much noise and because he couldn’t let go of the world’s noise.
This one was better lit than most. It was quiet, but a little cold. He heard his footsteps on crumbling concrete. It was like a science fiction dystopia.
At the end of the tunnel, could he rest in a better world?
It’s Wednesday and time once again to participate in Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ 24 January 2025 edition of Friday Fictioneers.
The idea is to use the image above as the prompt for crafting a poem or short story no more than 100 words long. My word count is exactly 100.
I can’t sleep. I’m tired and did drop off for three or four hours, but when I woke up, the “noise” in my head won’t let me drop off.
I did some reading but that only woke me up more (usually, it has the opposite effect when I’m tired).
So I noodled around social media for a bit (probably where all my “brain noise” is coming from) and here I am.
My wee missive is a reflection of all that filtered through Dale’s photo which really did make me think of a dystopian future.
To read other stories based on the prompt, visit inlinkz.
My short story “The Book of Names” is now available in the anthology Shoot the Devil 3: Martyr’s Militia. It’s a collection of tales chronicling the ages old battle of good vs. evil, mainly from a Christian perspective.
My story is a little more circumspect, although it does lean heavily on demonology and how the final utterance of one Name will defeat all evil. I hope some of you pick up a copy and have a read. Thanks.


Dear James,
Your ending line is a question I ask often.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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The answer is in Psalm 4:8
In peace I will both lie down and sleep,
For You alone, Lord, have me dwell in safety.
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I can relate to the difficulty sleeping. Once asleep, I’m fine, but it’s getting to sleep that’s the problem. As you say: the noise in my head! If there is a better world at the end of the tunnel, let me know!
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I suppose we’ll both find out in our own way. Thanks, Clare.
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Letting go of the world’s “Noise”… a good thing, especially in this present age. Great story this week. Worthy of thinking about while trying to stay warm in the deep freeze. This morn, it’s -2F with wind chills well below zero… Like around -18F – ish. Brrrr….
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Thanks. Yikes. Cold here too, but only down into the teens.
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40… Gott, Sunday, it’s all of 30…next week supposedly will be up to 40… gotta love this weird weather this winter.
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I can totally understand trying to get away from the noise. Hope gentle slumber finds you soon.
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I feel your pain, James. Too many nights per week I am in the same situation.
Excellent response to the prompt, though.
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Thanks, Dale.
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A worthy quest!
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Thank you, Clare.
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Great take on the photo, and beautiful verse that you referenced. I hope rest comes soon!
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Usually the next night. I feel fine now. Thanks.
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i only amazon has ear plugs he can use to block out the noise. hope springs eternal.
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Thanks, but I’m talking about mental noise, the sound of your own thinking. I don’t believe Amazon can do much for such a thing.
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I can relate as the noise in my head sometimes steals my sleep. Your story is fascinating. I hope a better world awaits him at the end of the tunnel. I hope your sleep has returned, James.
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Actually, last night I had the best sleep I had in ages. My wife and I have our two granddaughters for the weekend and I’m sure they wore me out.
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That sounds wonderful, the sleep and the granddaughter! 🙂
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Thanks, Brenda.
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In the end we shall all sleep…..some more comfortably than others, I’m sure.
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Too true, Nancy.
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