I missed last weeks submission as the family and I were in Malta attending the wedding of my wife’s cousin. Anyway, over the course of the week, I had itchy fingers, so to speak. This story is my 100 word (ish) submission to the Friday Fictioneers. Photo prompt is courtesy of Danny Bowman. Enjoy.
What lies beneath the mountain must never be unleashed.
Those words have been etched into my mind for an eternity. But recent events have forced my hand.
The great machine stirs below, a million cogs turning, or so I imagine, to open what some call the gates to hell.
To me however, the sound is therapeutic, soothing the madness within. Soon, I hope to face my doubters, righteousness at my side as we step into the unknown.
Beneath me, the ground shakes, whilst a great voice sounds from above. The words are meaningless, but sound foreboding.
“Attention. Fusion reactors have reached critical mass. Please evacuate.”