Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 14-03-2013

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Jimmy went down to the edge of the black water and started the chant. Out in the depths of the ocean, a pulsing luminescence appeared and, at the edge of the surf, there was agitation (as if the water were about to boil). The chanting grew urgent and the waves doubled in size, forcing Jimmy back to the first sandy knoll. He pressed the “pause” icon and stood there marveling; the Necronomicon iPhone app was about the best thing ever.

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