Call of the Water

The sound of the waves splash hard against the jagged rocks scattered across the shore ad infinitum. They all came here, first humbly, then in droves. They came to see the creature that just sat there, listening. One day they jumped, all of them. Screaming prayers and glass-eyed hymns transformed to bloodied shrieks of euphoria. The blood forming a pulpy, foaming mass, bathing it in sacrifice. Then, it spoke.

Can you imagine? A voice so pure that it could only be the harbinger of every horrible thing we have every done. It was the collective of our conscious soul. It spoke with no tongue, just a physical force that cracked the earth, the din of every wrong deed of a century of modernity leaves in its path. The sound of the fresh corpses and their bones fragmenting at the cutting boom of its word, “More.”


About Tietsu

Someday the words that fill my brain will fill cheap paperback books. Until then, I will collect them here.
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