And new epilogue. The Mungk rolls on, unperturbed. It slithers out from under the bed, crawling up the walls, pure shadow, indistinguishable from the rest save a restless uncomfortable feeling just beneath the heart and sudden, panicked suspicions of something, something, there’s something there and it’s watching and waiting and hissing in my ear…
And in the end, when we’re drifting off, drifting away, on the verge of nightly annihilation, comes a soft, sick whisper…
Target: 900 words
Written: 1389 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: The Wishsong Of Shannara, Terry Brooks
Comics: Die 15, Once And Future 13-15
Music: Navy Blues, Sloan (feelin' Canuck the last couple of days)