"Quentin sat down on a bench, picked up, and examined a dusty old leatherbound book left behind. The thought of who would abandon a beautiful book passed through his mind as a quick visual search revealed nobody around. A faint metallic taste reached his tongue through his nostrils. His eyes watered shut. In the darkness, he felt light-headed and saw an unspeakable, indescribable being. His breath ceased. It unleashed horrific imagery in his mind. A world enslaved by an entity as it watches above. Humans offered their will to the being. My hands thirst for blood. Our fate is inevitable. " ~ 100 Word Short-Story Day 1
3 months ago · 👍 maxheadroom