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Here’s the start of a new WIP–working title “Discovering Gremlins,” because I’ve shared about as much as I can of King Under the Mountain. Looks like urban fantasy so far, though I’m not yet sure where it’s going.
Previous snippet: Gremlins didn’t much resemble their innocuous storybook versions—in fact, they varied in size and shape, and each and every one was absolutely terrifying. Perhaps it’s for the best that they have magical abilities to camouflage themselves, and to blur the memories of those that catch an unlucky glimpse. Because if you see a gremlin—really catch a good look, not a flash of movement and color—you’re doomed.
Seth Montgomery glared at his computer screen. Working in data entry wasn’t particularly exciting, except for when your computer crashed. Then it was horribly dull, but spiced with the adrenaline rush fueled headache of work and time lost. When rebooting his computer and subtly thumping the tower with his foot didn’t work, he sighed, and pushed away from his desk, heading into the IT dungeon.
Down in the basement, the room had no windows, illuminated by flickering florescent lights, several of which were always in need of replacement.
“Harry?” Seth called.
A dark head popped above one of the cubicle walls. Not Harry then, she was blonde.
“She’s with the servers,” the man pointed down the hallway to the right, then his chair wheels squeaked over the cement as he retreated.
Seth offered a “thanks,” in return, not certain it was heard, as he got no acknowledgement as he passed cinder block walls punctuated with creatively defaced motivational posters. He strode down a hallway of cubicles to one side, and closed doors to the other, and soon enough, he heard the hum of the servers, a bouquet of flashing lights painting the walls with dots of color.
“Harry?” he called out.
Something crashed a row over, so he rushed towards it, sure to find Harriet Pham there, screwdriver in one hand, energy drink in the other. Another crash followed, and he picked up speed as he rounded the corner of the aisle, concerned.
The polished toe of his shoe caught the raised root cable that had escaped its duct tape restraints, and he banged his head on a cardboard box on the way to the floor. Clutching his head, he groaned, and stayed down, eyes clamped shut against the starburst dancing across his vision until the wave of pain drained. A shadow wavered on the closest server, and he squinted, starburst dancing across his eyes when he tried to sit up.
The shadow wavered, and resolved into the ugliest thing he’d ever seen.
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Not entirely sure what this one is about. Scary gremlins, and an office job. Something’s going to happen to Seth Montgomery, for sure.