(Drabble–a short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length. Written by @UniversalMonk)

Whispers of the Dark Mormons

The man leaned over his keyboard, staring at his flickering monitor as he whispered the Prayer of Eternal Passage he found in Lemmy’s Dark Mormon community.

The words felt wrong, like nails scratching inside his head, but curiosity won out.

As he finished the spell, the air around him chilled, and the smell of burnt roses filled the room. Shadows stretched horrifically, and with a loud crack, Greg vanished.

All that remained were his clothes, a spiral of ash, and burnt rose petals scattered across the floor. The last echo of his voice hung in the air: “I am beyond.”

END