“It’s closer,” the old man said. “Every year, an inch or two. The road splits. They fix it. But every year, it comes for us.”
“You’re looney, old man,” I said. “That’s a chunk of rock. It’s pretty, that’s all. It’s not coming.”
He smiled, his one good eye staring balefully at me. “The titans. The ancient ones of the earth, the galevhdür, they wait. And they watch. And when they come, they are inexorable. We anger the earth, child, at our peril. And it comes for us.”
I walked away to his mocking laughter.
“You’ll see, lad. You’ll see.”
Word Count: 100
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Awesome!
Interesting take, Luther, well done.
Folk like to forget: terra firma is only thirty-five kilometres thick, floating on twelve thousand kilometres of Hell.
I think if we just believed in it the world might be a better place.
Dark and ominous. I like it.
He has a point. Very interesting take on the prompt.
What a unique take on the prompt! Enjoyed!!
I want to see how this turns out!
Never mock the elders they know some deep stuff.