A really late Macabre Monday addition, but sometimes that’s how it is. is looking for 150-word story writers, so I decided to rise to the challenge.
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Title: Rantings of an Initiate
My wife Ellie was the first to discover my designs, so I got rid of her with a kitchen knife. Next was my brother; I shot him. Ditto my dad. Eventually the police got involved and here I am.
What? You want me to start from the beginning? Fine.
When humanity discovered the Great Ruins of Antarctica, it was high time for our ascension. The CIA got there first, which meant I was there to study it before anyone else. I remember the dizziness and nausea when we first entered those stony structures. Those were the Great Old Ones, initiating us. Everyone died once we got back home, except for me. I was the sole survivor. My mission is clear: to bring upon the reign of the Old Ones upon this bankrupt, decrepit world.
I know you think I’m crazy. Well, I’m not! You’re the crazy ones! Especially you, Ellie!
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Macabre Monday folks: & everyone else.