Strobing Corridor

The moment I finished Radiant Offer, I turned my attention to the next piece of micro-fiction, an entry for my Monster Hunter, Solomon. While the core of this story was done behind Patreon and you can read that sample here, this picks up after the climax and is self-contained for those who enjoy reading my micro-tales. The reason I wanted to leverage that story was simply because of the setup it left me with. There was plenty of room for me to explore the aftermath of the story. With the loose threads flapping before me, I took hold of them and wrote a little scene for those who want to buy me a croissant.

Sometimes silence hides the loudest dangers. When alarms pierce the air and shadows dance across steel walls, every step forward carries its own weight. In these moments, trust is fragile, and hesitation can prove fatal. Solomon’s motivation has always been to meet danger head-on, but even he knows the potential of what lies beyond the ruined door. The stench of iron clings to the air as smoke drifts through the corridors, and every flicker of light threatens to reveal something dangerous. Yet someone has to take the first step.

This tale doesn’t unfold beneath sunlight or the promise of safety. It takes place somewhere that’s suffused with fear and unseen things waiting outside the faint promise of safety cast by the working lights. Step into the tension, feel the heartbeat of a world balancing on the edge of ruin, and follow Solomon as he does what few dare to do. Walk straight into the dark.

Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.

As the creature’s body twitched, Solomon kicked it aside and rushed to the ruined door. He peered through the opening as the alarms continued ripping through the air. But the scrape of monstrous motion mingled with the alarms, creating a deadly cacophony. He punched the wall as he turned toward his friends.

“Both of you stay here,” Solomon said. “Once I’m gone, barricade the door with whatever you can.”

Jacob nodded as Sandra sank into the man’s chest.

The moment he stepped outside, the air, thick with iron and smoke, assaulted him. The overhead lights flickered, plunging the confined space into a dance of strobing shadows. In the strobing dark, a hunched figure lurked at the far end of the hall.