• the_novel_idealist

10 July 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday



I compose this message in my dying breaths, weary from a sorrow you know not.


I scribe this passage beneath the ironic beauty of the iridescent skyline, in the hope that you who owns its discovery may succeed where I failed.

 

There are horrors beyond the shores one cannot describe without nourishing the madness; horrors that seized my beloved within the clutches of its chasmic depths.


There are doorways beneath nature’s façade that lead one to wonders of which mankind must conquer, to defend against the disease yonder.

 

Heed my warning, follow my instructions thus, and avenge us.