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100wordsTitle: 'Carl'
Fandom: Original Fiction
Rating: G
Hitting the brakes hard, Carl stared up at the sky, watching what was lurking just behind the clouds. His stomach flipped fearfully over and over in his stomach, and his mouth tasted like cold iron.
His hand fumbled as he reached for the cell phone--which, as the first vast tentacle slammed down onto the freeway, almost jittered from his grasp. Another tentacle banged down, shards of asphalt flying everywhere, raining down on Carl's car as he called his wife.
"Honey," he whispered, his voice hollow, "I don't think I'm gonna make it home tonight. Some moron finally woke Cthulhu."
Fandom: Original Fiction
Rating: G
Hitting the brakes hard, Carl stared up at the sky, watching what was lurking just behind the clouds. His stomach flipped fearfully over and over in his stomach, and his mouth tasted like cold iron.
His hand fumbled as he reached for the cell phone--which, as the first vast tentacle slammed down onto the freeway, almost jittered from his grasp. Another tentacle banged down, shards of asphalt flying everywhere, raining down on Carl's car as he called his wife.
"Honey," he whispered, his voice hollow, "I don't think I'm gonna make it home tonight. Some moron finally woke Cthulhu."
