Abated Apotheosis
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Stories (2/0)
Endure the Abyss
- The splinter in my thumb itches like hell. I pick at it with my pocket-knife under the desk while pretending to listen. Sister Gable is babbling something about fire, I can never follow these religious lectures; they’re so boring. I squeeze my thumb hard with my finger and try to get under the splinter with my knife, it hurts, but the pain is better than this unrelenting itch. I’ve almost got it.
By Abated Apotheosis3 years ago in Fiction
The World We Deserve
“Clean-blood!” the aberration bellowed in a gurgling roar, spittle splaying along a tangled nest of its silver and scarlet beard. The hulking figure abruptly froze as the fog of its fetid breath floated to oblivion. Drawing a deep and labored breath into mucus ensconced lungs, silently it stood slumped, the hairless crown of its head cocked to one side, ears grasping for the sound prey with the intensity of a deer appraising the cackling of distant fire. Its right hand balled tensely at its waist clutching a crudely fashioned mace in white-knuckled hunger. The weapon itself was a wretched beam of pine, a sloppily hacked handle on one end, the opposing end adorned in a crown of dozens of oxidized and corroded nails. Dried ichor encrusted the entirety, as it did the bearer’s arm, giving all a ruddy hue.
By Abated Apotheosis3 years ago in Fiction