"I have returned," Cthulhu said, crouching on the beach in the rain. His cyclopian form was a shadow against the light-polluted clouds across the bay. I stood frozen in awe and fear, watching the long tentacles of his mouth writhe and twist, tasting the salt air. " It has been a hundred Earth years. Now we will see if mankind is ready for the stars. Tell me of your civilization, human."
I gaped, unable to form a sentence. "Take your time. You're already doing better than the guy I met a century ago. He was a real piece of work."
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Everyday Drabbles
Short StoryA drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.
