Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Collections Call of Chtulu

He huddled in the corner of the cottage, convinced the hallucination would go away. It was then the voice spoke.

“Sir, please! My master demands payment from you for using his likeness in your art work. Now, please open the door before I am forced to do it. Sir! I’m only doing my job. Sir?”

This story was written for the 55 Word Challenge based upon art work provided by Thomas Arensberg.

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