Father Miguel walked through the church. His church, it had been for years now.
He heard the rumbling again. From underneath somewhere, deep down. The first time he had thought it was an earthquake, but no one had noticed anything outside the church. It was under him, straight down. It worried him.
Another rumble. Stronger this time, the walls shook, a candle fell on the floor. Could it be… the Devil? Was he coming for him? God knew he had sinned, horrible sins hard to forgive. He had become a priest to control his urges, but it had only made it worse. Now he was surrounded by them every day, so cute and innocent.
The shaking increased. The walls shook, the floor, everything. He backed up towards the door. A crack opened in the floor.
A giant hand broke through… (more)
-Sooo… Wanna try?
-I dunno… It looks like a lot of bones, really. Rather small, too.
-Hasn’t stopped you before.
-It’s probably poisonous. Look at the strange colours on its upper body.
-You think? I think it looks rather tasty…
-I’ve read somewhere the green upper bodies are poisonous… Leathal, even… (more)
He held the little gnome up in front of his face. Finally. after years of pranks and disasters, he had him.
-Let me go!
-Let you go? George laughed. -Never! You little bugger…
He put the little man in a jar, trying to find out what to do with him.
It had all started with a broken alarm clock.
He had bought a new one. It broke as well.
Soon he’d lost his job.
Then the panties in the bedroom. Girlfriend gone, and that was just the beginning.
Now the little bastard was caught… (more)
Donald walked along the shelves, looked at the books. He knew people actually read these things.
“Maybe just a try,” he thought. “For the laugh of it.”
He grabbed one, pulled it out.
“Ouuuch!” The book fell on the floor. His hand was bleeding. “It… It bit me!”
More books fell out of the shelves. He jumped back. Razor sharp teeth appeared, snapping at him. Attacking him. Biting him.
The biting books came flying… (More)
The journey had been hard and long, and the bridge finally stood before him. Long, winding. Unsafe. The wond howled around the rocks, and the shadows were already grown long.
He had come too late.
ON the top of the rocks on the other side a dark figure observed him attently. He didn’t care anymore. He had come too far to care, he had gone too far not to act. His house, his family. They were all gone anyway.
He took a step out on the bridge. The bridge he had walked so many times before, so long ago. It was the same bridge, but it sounded different. He walked on…
Timothy walks to the end of the world, and peers out into the beyond. He didn’t expect what he finds.
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