Microfiction: Heavy is the Head

It began as it always had, with a whisper. A small voice calling out from the depths of the subconscious mind. Gentle urgings promising incredible reward for so little risk. Now a grown man of power, he grumbled against the voice, though quickly cowed to its will. The crown upon his head might as well have been a rope around his neck – a heavy burden bore for all the wrong reasons.

“Fine.” He said into the emptiness around him. “I will call fire down from the skies. I will run rivers of blood down my streets. Every life an offering – a sacrifice. I will be loved by my followers and feared by my enemies. It will be as you say.”

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St Basil Z Fish

Curator of the strange and incredibly awkward. A rambling writer with the misguided notion he has something to say. Attracted to horror. Survivor of abuse. Professional Insomniac. PTSD and MDD misguided.

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