The WaitUnderneath the southern skies, the pond lay still and unmoving. The boulders bent down to drink from the water, but dared not to disturb the surface. So they drank long and slow. As they drank, ages came and went; the world shifted under their feet and the trees grew to tremendous heights, till they aged and withered, their seedlings taking their place to shade the grove. All the while, the water was unmoved. All the while, he watched and waited.The Wait by MrN3ko
The boulders huddled on the far side of the lake, well in his view, fearing his wrath. They were afraid to drink, but they had to or they would dry and turn to dust. So they drank under his watchful stare, never moving the water, never breaking his gaze. His furrowed brow was low over his ever-watchful eyes. His great width lent forward over the water, his one hand resting his tremendous weight on his knee, the other resting on the ground beside him. He knelt as he searched the depths of the waters, for his wait was long, and to stand would be
MirrorMirror by MrN3ko
What happened? I thought to myself. A migraine coursed through my throbbing head. I must have fainted, or was knocked out. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I was greeted by someone looking down over me.
The face above me could barely be called human. His face was red and swollen; his right eye a bulging blue mass. Several lacerations were oozing pus and dry blood poured out of his nose. A telephone cord hung around his neck, and the blue, jagged ring under it suggested what it had been used for. He stared blankly out of glazed-over eyes, his mouth contorted in a silent scream. Glass stuck out of his bloodstained shirtfront. I quickly scurried backwards away from the body. I stood in the doorway and observed the carnage with abject horror.
The room was a mess, to say the least. The side table was toppled and broken glass lay on the floor. There was blood on the edges of the table and wires stuck out of the wall, the phone lying in pieces on the floor. The