Vaguely Eldritch Flash Fiction
The Last Monarch
Rls has no kings. Not anymore. The last monarch was no bloated leech, no decadent reveler like his predecessors. Nor was he a fool, an inbred wretch who earned the throne only by being born in a castle rather than a barnyard. Instead, he was a noose. Not a constrictor, because a constrictor tries to…
The Algorithm
Day 1: After many sleepless hours, after months of planning, after calling in every favour I had ever accumulated, I have finally found it. The key to the algorithm. From here, the world is my domain. I can pull every lever, every string of the swarming masses. They shall dance, my army of puppets, as…
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