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Horror and Science Fiction writer who hails from the San Francisco Bay Area. Purveyor of delicacies that tease both mind and palette, my brain is constantly at work on something or another. Whether that be a new story, a new dish to cook or new products to sell. May your journey through these dark cosmos be guided by light and may we all help each other in finding our way.
The Summoning of the Hill Crusher by [@Straylight]
You are gradually lulled from your sleep by a soft but nagging sound. You blink away the early morning sun creeping in from the bedroom window. That sound, it's your name.
You try to dismiss the notion, try to force yourself to hear something else, but it's useless. You definitely hear your name, chanted over and over in teeny tiny voices. You put on your robe and follow the sound. It's coming from the back yard.
Driven now by curiosity and the desire to shut this sound up and go back to bed, you find the trail ends at an ant hill. The tiny mound hosts an odd site. A small collection of pebbles are arranged in front, each etched with a miniscule rune, and the sourse of the chanting, several ants arranged in a circle and calling your name.
"Ok," you say to yourself. "Let's see where this goes."
As you approached the hill the ants appear to bow and begin chattering towards you. They arrange themselves into the shape of three fence posts, then into the shape of an ant, upside down, presumably dead. You look over to the fence and count; one, two, three, and there is another ant hill. You ponder this a moment when it hits you.
"Did... did you summon me? To destroy that other ant hill? Am I going crazy?"
A team of ants roll an old peppermint candy to your feet. An offering, it seems.
"What am I, Cthulhu?" You ask the summoner ants. The rally together again to create the moving image of an angry ant attacking another, sad looking ant. So what, the other hill has been attacking them? You shrug and walk over to the fence hill, giving the mound a swift kick, sending dirt and ants flying. You begin to shuffle back to the house when you stop, turn around, and kick the first hill too.
"Dont mess with forces beyond your understanding." You grumble as you go back to sleep. The ants watch you, titanic and ancient, and learn a valuable lesson in calling upon such terrible power. The legend of the hill crusher would haunt them for generations
The Summoning of the Hill Crusher by [@Straylight]
You are gradually lulled from your sleep by a soft but nagging sound. You blink away the early morning sun creeping in from the bedroom window. That sound, it's your name.
You try to dismiss the notion, try to force yourself to hear something else, but it's useless. You definitely hear your name, chanted over and over in teeny tiny voices. You put on your robe and follow the sound. It's coming from the back yard.
Driven now by curiosity and the desire to shut this sound up and go back to bed, you find the trail ends at an ant hill. The tiny mound hosts an odd site. A small collection of pebbles are arranged in front, each etched with a miniscule rune, and the sourse of the chanting, several ants arranged in a circle and calling your name.
"Ok," you say to yourself. "Let's see where this goes."
As you approached the hill the ants appear to bow and begin chattering towards you. They arrange themselves into the shape of three fence posts, then into the shape of an ant, upside down, presumably dead. You look over to the fence and count; one, two, three, and there is another ant hill. You ponder this a moment when it hits you.
"Did... did you summon me? To destroy that other ant hill? Am I going crazy?"
A team of ants roll an old peppermint candy to your feet. An offering, it seems.
"What am I, Cthulhu?" You ask the summoner ants. The rally together again to create the moving image of an angry ant attacking another, sad looking ant. So what, the other hill has been attacking them? You shrug and walk over to the fence hill, giving the mound a swift kick, sending dirt and ants flying. You begin to shuffle back to the house when you stop, turn around, and kick the first hill too.
"Dont mess with forces beyond your understanding." You grumble as you go back to sleep. The ants watch you, titanic and ancient, and learn a valuable lesson in calling upon such terrible power. The legend of the hill crusher would haunt them for generations