Written for the Friday Fictioneers. A story, about an ancient creature, begins after the photo.
Aruthusol danced an ancient dance. He danced expertly, but no one noticed. 157 more words
1 week, 5 days
A moment passed. Neither Jonathan nor the dark figure nor the raven moved. The dying man looked into the event horizon of the figure’s hood; that black place which rebuked the light and obscured the skull within. 3,136 more words
1 month, 1 week