Today on Microdosing our prompt is RITUAL!
Write a story in 100 words!
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Jericho panted, dragging the last body to the candle-lit altar.
You are doing great, chosen one.
The voice bounced in his head, spreading familiar warmth in his body "Just a moment longer, my lord," his voice trembled with excitement as he began to chant the Latin phrases.
When the last word escaped his lips, the ground shook, and the gate opened.
The air got sucked out of the room as a monstrous mass of eyes, fangs, and tentacles stepped through.
"My lord—" Jericho's words were cut off by one of the tentacles. The loyal disciple was just an appetizer, starting off the Old One's feast.
A cup of coffee also keeps the creative juices running here in the lab!
She carefully poured out the dark powder, measuring and ensuring not a fragment was wasted. She then placed it in the pot, and lit the stove. Zoe watched as slowly a thick ribbon of the elixir oozed out of the chamber engulfing the air with it's heady dark aroma. Then as the pot gurgled and frothed, she took it off the stove. She poured out the enticing dark nutty liquid into a cup and soaked in the smell. It beckoned a sip. The hazelnut and chocolate notes always lifted her spirits. Brewing coffee was her favorite morning ritual.
@Miguel S. Prompt: ritual.
Rituals created civilizations. Superstitions. Sneezing requires a ‘bless you’. Knock on wood for luck avoids/prevents spirits from depriving you of good fortune. Rituals, a return to primitive times. Druid oak was considered sacred/holy. Spilling salt at dinner table— dangerous omen. Never scrape it up! Take a pinch. Toss it over your left shoulder with your right hand. Salt was worn as talisman to keep witches/devils away. Salt preserves food, a symbol of eternity and immutability. Then there’s salt in your wounds.