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Flash Fiction: We Rise

There it looms in the distance, the sprawling human city.

The air tastes denser, smokier than the last time. These pathetic maggots have infested the land. Their vile presence has corrupted terra and their corruption is spreading to my waters, bringing death and pestilence along with it. Their reign needs to end. Last time, we reached a compromise when their king promised not to touch my waters. With time, that promise faded away.

Now, we rise to right their wrongs…


Word Count: 80

Prompt:

Sunday Photo Fiction January 13, 2018

Microprose: Rise

I survey the hallowed grounds.

The many graves mark the locations of those resting in peace. I am here to disturb their peaceful slumber. I make a cut on my left thumb with a knife, and let my blood drip onto the holy grounds. I hold out my bleeding hand.

“RISE!”

The spell works, my undead army stands before me.

The world will fall…


Word Count: 64

Written for YeahWrite #395 Microprose Challenge

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