Trial of Futility

Elaine Luo being

He is too late. The smell of the spell’s components linger a moment, cordite and cinnamon, then even that vanishes, leaving behind only the inevitable and the only option left, prayer.

His mouth already moves ignoring intellectual objection.

Stupidly, he seeks help from up high.

A god, demon, something just slightly better would be fine.

The problem though is, nothing can help, it doesn’t go much higher then the beast coming to eat his soul.

Devour his essence.

The sparkling fire on the wick of the blood candle goes out in the incoming rush of tentacles. He has a moment in which he wastes refusing to open his eyes, hears his horse neigh in terror and attempt a futile escape and then there is nothing.


Published by Bryan

I am an army vet, husband, and father of twins, I am currently working on my next publication, a collection of military fiction, and next year will be publishing an apocalyptic science fiction novel. My urban noir novel, "Compounded Interest," can be purchased on Amazon. I host a podcast on creativity called Origin: Stories on Creativity and co-host the soon-to-be-released show on speculative fiction called Mirage with fantasy author R. Emma Hardcastle. My youtube channel is: The Origin podcast feed is: For updates on "Mirage" and future publications follow me on twitter: @bryaiello More of my short fiction can be found at: My amazon author page is:

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