Friday November 13th, 2020

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: a horror.

Happy to report we all made it through a Friday the 13th in 2020 without attracting any (further) catastrophes.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Congratulations both on avoiding any catastrophes and finding out what day of the week it is again :) I've had a very long week (I can't really talk about why at the moment, but when it's all sorted out, I'll explain a little better) but also seem to have avoided catastrophes :)

A horror
Isabella Bonfontaine smiled her half-smile (a stroke had paralysed the left side of her face some twenty years ago) and casually indicated the pool of bubbling lava that surrounded the rocky pedestal on which the Book of Miracles sat.
"There will be some eldritch horror living in that lava pool," she said, her voice cracking slightly in the sulphurous air. "Probably a salamander, though I've heard tell of Ifriti treating this kind of place like a spa, and it will need appeasement."
The horror on David's face was really all she needed to see to know that the Book of Miracles would be staying in its resting place for a little longer.

Marc said...

Greg - well, I look forward to hearing about what's been going on for you and I hope that it all ends well.

Always nice to have a visit from Isabella, however brief it may be :)