As another month began, I turned my attention to the new lineup. Up first were the micro-fiction tales. Fortunately, I was able to mostly stick to the original plan. In my first draft, the second story was going to be a followup to Solomon’s recent escapades, but after seeing how my Patron genre poll turned out, I rearranged the order. As a result the first piece of micro-fiction will feature Solomon and his race through his compound.
The facility lies in ruin, choked by smoke and the scent of scorched metal. Echoes fill the empty corridors, but Solomon knows his marks on the walls. Each step is a deliberate, steady, practiced, and far too quiet for normal men. Something happened behind him, and he can feel it in the air. The pulsing lights refuse to die, and hanging in the air is the scent of fear. It’s not the fear of prey. It’s the fear of something that realized too late it wasn’t the predator.
He had told Jacob and Sandra to flee, yet a tremor in the distance twists his focus. He tightens his jaw, his instincts rising like static beneath his skin. Whatever still moves within these halls will soon learn what Sandra’s serum has truly created.
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
Solomon’s steps echoed through the dim corridor while scorched metal and fear filled his nose. He followed the trail of his own destruction until the walls shuddered, and he sprinted toward Jacob and Sandra.
He reached the hallway as a monster burst into the room where he’d left them. He tore through the broken door, finding his friends cowering beneath a hulking creature, its sinewed frame slick with viscera under flickering lights.
Solomon slammed his fist against the doorframe.
The creature froze, then unleashed a hiss that made Jacob flinch.
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