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Here's one I wrote, it took me a goddamn hour to finish so enjoy! hehehe...
In the olden days, there was a fisherman and he had two sons. One was named Awai and the other was named Ihn.One day he took them both fishing to a marsh as usual. They brought their old rickety boat that was nothing more than a small stitching of wood fit only for 3 cramped people. On the marsh, there was the lightly glowing sun hovering over the trees. There was the ambient noise of insects. There were the schools of fish that crowded eachother for protection and, ironically, doomed eachother as their bundles of mass made escaping fishing hooks impossible. It was just like any other afternoon. Their poles were cast and many fish they did catch.
Several hours in of peaceful floating, the three felt their boat rock ever so slightly,but oddly. Being out in the middle of the marsh's water, they figured that maybe they had gone in too far of animal territory and had disturbed some small crocs. It was time to head back to land they decided. Awai and Ihn both grabbed some oars as their father counted the fish they caught that day.
Suddenly, the boat rocked once more but this time it was more violent. They were significantly out of the marsh and its habitat so this was strange.
"What was that?" said Awai
"Probably some desperately hungry crocs" replied Ihn
"Don't worry my sons, they can do no harm to us" said their father
And so they carried on rowing while their father continued counting the rest of their catch. But then it happened again and this time much more violent...
"Crap we should hurry on rowing" said Awai
"Yeah what do you think papa?" said Ihn
Their father said nothing and just sat there, frozen between fish 42 and fish 44
"Odd..." their father whispered to himself
"What?" the two sons said
"I just noticed that this one fish we caught is not native to this land... and it seem so sickly... so mutated and twisted..."
"That is strange, but we have crocs on our tails and, small or not, I don't want them to bite a chunk from me. Let's row faster"
But before they could accelerate their boat's escape, it was rocked so violently that all three nearly fell off.
"Lord! That was no baby croc!" said Awai
"Let's get out of here! Quick father, throw some of our catch into the water so it'll distract the crocs!"
Yet again their father did not reply and sat there frozen. This time however, his eyes were glued to the dark abyssal water. The boys looked into the water as well and, behold, two glowing red eyes stared back.
"Christ!" Ihn exclaimed
"What are those?!?!" Awai screamed
Soon dozens of red eyes filled the water. Their bodies, disguised by the shadowy depths, circled the boat. Eyes first, the creatures emerged from the water. Next came their maws... their horrid gaping maws. Then, the whole marsh shook as their immense bodies surfaced.
The creatures were of an unimaginable terror. The minds of the men twisted from the sight of these beasts as their forms described a horrible aquatic existence. Life decayed in the presence of their pestilence and land and water tore around as the very foundations of the world were bent in the wake of these monsters. The maws of these abominations clamped and clasped, their thousand razor teethes slicing in between eachother. The air rumbled a foul stench as they spoke with demonic throats.
"Krun sthen kai'yegdah uhn chthn renzuth mo'arg kulden" they rumbled in unison.
"RAAAAAARGH!" the men screamed in pain and terror.
The mere utterance of those words and language tore apart the very cognition of the mortals. Their worlds and souls were thrown into perpetual chaos. Their bodies bled from every orifice and the cells of their bodies refused to stay put, shaken from structure by fear alone. The darkness continued, but through it all the men were somehow able to understand the creatures twisted language... "Our child...return it to us!" they had demanded.
The men were paralyzed in torment, they could not respond nor did they understand what to do if they could. They simply watched as the beasts' mercy allowed them suffering longer, a mercy that not even god could free them from.
The beasts, in blind fits of chaos and rage, roared for the return of their child. When their was no response, they grabbed the fisherman's two sons and dragged them into the crushing existence of their maws, the water, and their evil.
One killed Ihn first and another, the largest and possibly the Alpha, took its time torturing Awai before both of the mens' bodies disappeared in the chaos of the marsh water.
"KTHUN OL'MAGA!" they roared
(OUR CHILD... NOW!)
The fisherman was terrified. He was traumatized by the deaths of his sons. But then he realized... he realized that the beasts killed his children because they wanted their own back... they wanted their child... the fish between 42 and 44. And somehow, in between the monsters' killings of his sons, he managed to, with barely any will in his bloodied and tolled body, grab the infant beast and tossed it as far as he could into the mass of evil in the water below him. As he did so, blackness filled his eyes as consciousness slipped away from him. His body lay limp on the crickety boat
Instantly the monsters ceased their chaos. They receded from their disturbance of the world back into the water... eyes first, maws second, and bodies trailing behind. The land and water ebbed still. The marsh was quiet.
***
The fisherman awoke months later, his body covered in rudimentary bandages and aching all over. As he looked around him, he discovered he was home yet again in his bed. He called for his wife and she came rushing into the room. She was bitterly joyful for she knew that her sons had never returned from that simple fishing trip. She was depressingly confused and wondered what had happened. She inquired her husband as to the events of the fateful night.
And so with memories rushing back to him, he took a moment of mourning before he told of the horrific story. He told of the the normal day, of their peaceful fishing. He told of the dark events that twisted and transpired. He told of his sons' deaths at the hands of devils. His wife listened as he described the terror in Ihn's eyes as he was eaten alive. She was traumatized by the story of her child's demise and cried in agony. She could not believe the torment of Ihn. It was the worst thing ever. But, the fisherman had to continue his painful tale. He had to tell of the ever more horrifying death that Awai suffered. He braced his wife and said... "You should have seen the one that got Awai!"
*Spoiler Below, Read Story First!*
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[Edited on 10.21.2010 7:43 AM PDT]