"The ark, again. For the seventh time...You must build it."
But then a fire raged through the man's pupils, aflame went his soul. He seized the doctors arms and they began to wrestle, blood cascading over the doctor's wincing face.
And the man ceased breathing.
The doctor, lying on the black road threw the man off his chest, blood spurting from his wounds.
And what appeared to be a ladder, emerged from the underground, an abyss of flames opening from what seemed to be the epicenter of nothingness.
And a crashing sound erupted from amongst the fierce flames, in a deep leviathan tone "Doctor Jacob"
A contest entry
- The Doctor. by Keith Drew.
450 points, ended June 2, 2007, 20 entries
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