The Doom That Really Came

Avatar Author: J. Rein B. Was an extremely eccentric 16 year old from the good ol' Philippines. I'm now 18, and I still like science fiction, ambigrams, and other stuff. Read Bio

It was at that moment when the lightbulbs burst from above them. The lamps in the street went out, and it seemed even the stars forgot how to shine.
The whole scene was as if a shadow descended on the town, extinguishing each and every source of illumination, bathing the streets and buildings in total darkness.

Total darkness, that is, except for a soft, flickering red light descending from the sky. Accompanying it was a large, terrible creature, so horrendous that I will only fail to do it justice by attempting to describe it, but trust me, it’s really scary, honest.

And all screamed.
And then silence.

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  1. Avatar White Hat

    Oh, don’t forget slime and tentacles! ~_^

  2. Avatar J. Rein B.

    Oh, it has them, but those words don’t have enough * horrendousness * to describe the creature.

    Trust me. :D

  3. Avatar Mighty-Joe Young (A.K.A Strong Coffee)(LoA)

    this poetry man

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