Author: Hari Navarro, Staff Writer
They seeped through the fissures and oozed through the sands as they rose up from the black and into the quivering blue. Ancient and hungry they feasted, stripping the meat from shells that clamped to the rocks and picking clean the bones that fanned in the fish.
From the tiniest to the largest of sea-bound things these sodden daemons consumed as they tore every last bit of life from the waves. They bloated as they gorged, but still, they wanted more.
They want us. They want to tear down the things that live up above and so they tore to the surface for they could smell the very blood that punched in our veins.
En masse they swarmed and the suns awesome rays fingered down and it seared and it groped and it plucked out the eyes of our attackers. So it is that blind they now diligently stare.
Go down to the cliff-tops and look for yourself. Legion after legion undulating just below the surface as with creamy orbs they watch and they wait.
They wait and they want for the day when they evolve their charred flesh and their blackened corneas peel away and they step out onto our shores. They will find you quickly and they will find me in the end. It matters not where we cower and they will again wrench flesh from its bone.
Man I love your writing. The third last paragraph I adored.
Thank you very much. I never noticed it before but I do have a morbid fascination with sight or, moreover, the lack of it. Good thing I don’t suffer from hemorrhoids 😉
Wow I so missed your visceral style of storytelling, Hari
Thank you, Emma. Blood and guts forever 😉 🙂
I really loved this and I just cant get your imagery out of my head. Please sir may I have some more!!!
Really happy you got something from it, Emma. Its always the intention to create something that lingers. 🙂
O man, another wondrous addition to the pool of recent Lovecraft-esque stories. Makes me want to join in the fun!
Thanks Glenn, I worked for a while at sea and it has always at once fascinated and scared the shit out of me. You definitely should cast you line and see just what darkness you can fish up.
Jesus, Hari. You make me want to cry for my mommy. What abominations lie in the depths of your penetralia? Whatever it is – I’m ecstatic to read it.
Thanks RJ and I have another reason for you to go crying to your mommy. You taught me a new word – Penetralia – and now I’ve stolen it and intend to use it as the title of a new story I’m working on 😉
Sometimes the pupil can teach the Master even if it’s in a very small way. Glad to be of assistance. As always, I will look forward to reading it.
WIP but will surely look forward to your opinion should it find a publisher.
Really awesome tale. Just when I thought it was safe to go back to the water!!!
Not to worry, go on… live a little… they only bite once 😉
Precisely… thanks for reading 🙂