The Enemy watched from the darkness, at the center of the universe, the struggle over. The last of the Ancient Ones, who once wove the fabric of reality itself, lay dead.
Like tentacles spreading, he explored the universe and discovered it full of beautiful, oblivious life. He began to salivate.
This is a post for submission to the #fiftywords story series, a very cool little series by @miniature-tiger that I discovered on the Isle of Write thanks to the contest list that was included on @mariannewest's 5 Minute Freewrite post. CHECK THEM OUT!
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Pic is from Pixabay
