Drowning - Ethan Liong | The Quill 1

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A piece of flash fiction focusing on how one drowns in a modern world, and how the world around us shifts perception and meaning, until people can drown in a world where they are more interconnected than ever before.

It was drowning. In its name, the voices sang. In its name, screens burned and whispered as it liked, and in its name, everything that ever shone gold was ending. It was drowning. In a school, in

It was drowning. In its name, the voices sang. In its name, screens burned and whispered as it liked, and in its name, everything that ever shone gold was ending. It was drowning. In a school, in

It was drowning. In its name, the voices sang. In its name, screens burned and whispered as it liked, and in its name, everything that ever shone gold was ending. It was drowning. In a school, in (1)

It was drowning. In its name, the voices sang. In its name, screens burned and whispered as it liked, and in its name, everything that ever shone gold was ending. It was drowning. In a school, in (1)

It was drowning. In its name, the voices sang. In its name, screens burned and whispered as it liked, and in its name, everything that ever shone gold was ending. It was drowning. In a school, in (2)

It was drowning. In its name, the voices sang. In its name, screens burned and whispered as it liked, and in its name, everything that ever shone gold was ending. It was drowning. In a school, in (2)

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