Return to the Ruins

Super short story That thing came with the tide, carrying the fishy smell from the back of the moon. I knew that the trouble this time was different. It didn't come from the air, it swam specifically to find me. The whisper in the jar says in my head: It's waking up. And I can feel that the first person "watched" by it will drown in his own breath. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.