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Quinn Chapman and the Altar of Evil I

Quinn Chapman and the Altar of Evil The flames of Hades flickered off the rough hewn walls of the cavern as I stumbled my way deeper into the earthen maw. Acrid, black smoke invaded my eyes, blurring my vision and clouding my lungs. Dark voices shouted in a rhythmic chant somewhere beyond the hall of fire through which I now walked. My body was cut and bruised; my clothes turned to rags barely clinging to my sweat glistened flesh.  What maligned road led me to my current state of depravity? My mind flickered back to that fateful day in the warrens of Singapore, to one of the myriad of seedy opium dens lining the alleys. It was there that I found the remnants of the infamous Anglo explorer Sir Percival Covington.  I pushed back the shoddy veil of the curtain to find Sir Percival upon his back, clad in sweat-stained khaki and a weeks' worth of grime. So much for the hero of the British Empire. His glazed eyes alighted upon me, and a flicker of recognition danced across his ...

Original Writing: God of the Sea and the Isles


Here we go with another theProse.com challenge. This challenge was as follows: 

Write a short story using these words, Life, Wave, Monsters, Sand!

God of the Sea and the Isles

Artistic rendition of the sea god Poseidon.

Waves of cerulean glass shattered themselves against the jagged shoreline in a ceaseless battle between earth and water. The collision reverberated as a thunderclap and sent up billowing clouds of salted mist, obscuring the vision of the open sea beyond. The air simmered with equatorial fire, unable to escape the clouds holding close to the sand and rock.


Gulls and other shore birds called out to one another through the fog, seeking solace in companionship and knowing they were not alone. Perhaps they were calling out to the lone human soul walking down the beach. A man at the upper end of youth, skin a dark rich brown and corded with muscle. His right hand grasped a mighty spear of ebony and iron, and his left hefted a solid shield of bone and bronze.

"Why do you come here son of man? This is no place for you." The Gulls cried.

"I am Abidemi, and I come here to slay monsters."

"Then you come here to die."

"Nay, I come here so that I might live."

The Gulls called yet again, their derisive voices rising in unison, laughing at Abidemi. They mocked his quest for they had never seen a human land voluntarily on these windswept shores.

They were also afraid.

Afraid that the monster would be awakened from long slumber and of his wrath descending from the mountain and sweeping all before it.

Abidemi was not afraid.

Abidemi knew the beast of the isle. He knew it was the same that smashed his village into ruin. The same that stole the lives of his ancestors. Sacrifices to the dark god of the sea and the isles.

Abidemi knew that a god could bleed. Not a single life more would be made sacrifice to the slavering jaws of madness. Abidemi would look into the eyes of oblivion and there he would see fear.

Abidemi was going to kill a god.

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