Another bog mummy on the news, another flood of customers wanting tattoos.
"Legally, I have to ask, are you sure about this?"
Their friend, along either for moral support, or a sanity plea, made an expressive gesture. "That's what I've been saying! Ready to dedicate your soul to a forgotten god?"
The eager teen twitched as I applied numbing cream. "Bold of you to think they'd do a worse job of running my life than I am."
Forgotten Gods may have lost their names, but we lived on in mortal imagination. My followers grew daily. Soon, I would rise again.


About the Creator
Natasja Rose
I've been writing since I learned how, but those have been lost and will never see daylight (I hope).
I'm an Indie Author, with 30+ books published.
I live in Sydney, Australia
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
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Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
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Arguments were carefully researched and presented
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Comments (6)
Ooooo, you will rise again, love this
Very engaging microfiction read by someone with a limited number of highly personal tattoos! Pauline Brisbane Australia 🌸
A binding to a forgotten god or goddess or a link to the past?
Creative take on the challenge ❤️ Well done
That is a great microfiction!!
Love it! A great adaptation of the tumblr post.