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writing

Short fiction

An off-the-cuff scene:


"Don't fuck with the gods? Guess what. You're stuck on dry land in a
dark alley in a nasty neighborhood in NYC. What are you going to do
now?"

"You forgot something little man... You're on an island" he said smiling.

"Is that... A train?"

As the ground shook, the sound of a single train off in the distance
grew to a roar of a million trains thundering down on them. The
ear-splitting noise of buildings and concrete being crushed in by an
implacable force beyond imagination was drowned out by the deafening
roar of water, so loud that it became incomprehensible as a sound.

The waves rushed in with terrible fury and all the concrete and steel
around them became as nothing more than tissue paper in the wake of an
avalanche thundering into a valley.

As they receded, he stood there completely dry in front of something
so mangled that it was hard to guess what it could of been, if it
hadn't been for all the blood now mutely staining the wet ground
around it,

"I told you little man. Don't fuck with the gods."

As he walked away, the city lay in utter ruin.