So, my first real blog post. Here’s a drabble I’ve titled “Settlement.”
They set up houses, built roads, and cultivated land almost overnight. We didn’t even notice. Each moved silently. No footstep crunched gravel or snapped twigs, nor did their tools bang or rumble or crash.
Where they built, the ground darkened, and the sun didn’t shine. Those of us who walk their tainted land weaken, wither, and perish. The creatures’ outlines blur, defying identification; all we know is amorphous darkness.
David tried to strike one. His fist struck an unseeable face, and his skin peeled from his body, his muscle sheering from bone.
They didn’t even notice. They just keep building.