A Dead Dark God Grumbles
I was once powerful. More powerful than anything seen before. I had many followers and was feared by everyone. Impregnable was my black fortress, unscalable were my defences, unassailable were my lands, undefeatable were my armies. Yet one day I was overthrown. My body was destroyed and my spirit was hurled into the darkness. And now no one remembers me. Nameless I have now become. A disembodied voice crying out in the void.
One day I’ll find a way to return and everyone will again quake with fear when they hear my name, and the world will be mine.
Joanne Fisher
This was written with the prompt about someone unremembered provided by the Carrot Ranch September 26 Flash Fiction Challenge.
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Wow, that makes an interesting prologue to a GrimDark fantasy
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Yes it would.
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Old testament God, definitely… He holds a grudge…
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Definitely!
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Have you ever seen the cold dead eyes of Snuffleapagus when not being operated by puppeteers?
I think this might be it’s internal monologue.
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Chilling from the void! Great piece of thriller-writing.
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This is chilling, Joanne. Well done.
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Thanks 🙂
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A god or a celebrity who tweeted something recently deemed offensive?
This is good. I’ve always wondered what happened to the gods Neil Gaiman killed off. Is there an afterlife for deities?
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Fantastic!
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Thanks 🙂
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I think I shall not sleep tonight 😱
Thanks Joanne! Thanks a lot 😎
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