A poem about a horrible monster that lives in a swamp and eats people. This was for a writing prompt at the local writing club.

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THE WORLD IS BREAKING.
Mist fills the gaps where reality has ruptured, and mortals are afflicted by untold horrors.

But this world does not wish to be saved.

The Seer and the Starlit Key is a dark fantasy tale set in a realm brimming with vile monsters and ancient secrets.

Announcing The Seer and the Starlit Key, releasing on September 17th, 2025! If you like dark fantasy with a philosophical bent, check it out!

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THIS IS AN ANNOUNCEMENT AND A QUESTION:

FIRST, THE ANNOUNCEMENT: MY BOOK, THE SEER AND THE STARLIT KEY, IS COMING OUT ON THE 17TH OF SEPTEMBER. THE EBOOK IS UP FOR PREORDER NOW. LINK IS IN THE COMMENTS.

SECOND, THE QUESTION: WHY DOES MY COMPUTER KEEP BEEPING AND ASKING ME ABOUT STICKY KEYS?

For 6,000 years, it had lain buried in the dust.

It would have been better if it had remained buried for 6,000 more.

#writingprompt

Writing Snippet:

Maea loved the storms, and the gravel voice of gentle thunder especially. It reminded her that while the earthbound beasts had their of voices, so too did the heavens and their four winds.

Writing Snippet:

A rumble was heard, and he felt it through the sparse grasses upon which he sat. Buildings collapsed in the northeastern section of the city below, and from within the wreckage arose the billowing white form of the obliterating mist.

Writing Snippet:
The rocks envied the many colors of flowers. Noting how they blossomed and thrived after the rain, the rocks sought to beat them out, blooming into color as the rain yet fell.