The Undulating Horde

Undul loomed big enough to be six people, which was fine because he certainly wasn’t human. He belonged to what most Xemmoni, at least in their rare moments of honesty, considered to be the most powerful race amongst their kind, the Caradon. Without a doubt, they remained the most numerous of all the species. They were the undulating horde, the crawling chaos, the unstoppable plague of formless flesh.

Undul himself was nearly as wide as he stood tall. His bloated body looked as if it might burst if his tight disease-blue armor was removed. Everything about him seemed rounded. His shoulders, arms, and his protruding barrel chest all gave one the impression of an overfilled sack of skin being pulled past capacity. His head was no exception to this and lay over his thick shoulders like a bloated tick feeding off a drying corpse.

But only fools let his form lead them to underestimating his physical power. Undul was known to remove heads just by clutching his fist. One minute a being would be talking to the giant, a second later it was a headless fountain of blood.


Rage ruled Undul’s life during the best of times, but his current state remained far from that. One of his primary problems revolved around his species’ greatest strength, their numbers. When one grows too large, the masses become harder to control and more beings of questionable intent enter your ranks.

Undul, like many of the members of the Dark Alliance set to decimate the pathetic planet they hovered over, was not from the glowing green ball of mud below them. The conflict, which shouldn’t have been a conflict in theory, centered around the fact that the Caradon were already the mightiest race of Xemmoni on the planet in question.

These beings were horrific and bizarre to the extreme and made even creatures like Undul seem human in comparison. Yes, the Caradon might be the most monstrous of the Xemmoni races, but at least most of them could converse. This system’s Caradon came in a wide ranges of beasts each more unbelievable and insane than the former. He’d already been forced to deal with evolved Fungi who hinted at other colossal entities who, if their hisses were to be believed, considered themselves nothing less than Gods.


Undul didn’t care for the idea that after all the effort he’d put into this war, he’d be getting talked down to or perhaps killed by some lazy slumbering nasty who should have been taking care of the work of destroying this slime ball of a world so he wouldn’t have been required to come here in the first place.

His dark musings were thankfully interrupted by one of his underlings, an Aliquist named Elos, entering the chamber. The Caradon were not just creatures of chaos and monsters, they were also the master of the cell and experts on manipulating life. Where many were foul, creatures like the Aliquists were fair. Perfection made in a test tube. Undul hated them to a man.

Elos stood for a moment. Light played over him as his armor caught patches of the dim blue hewed illumination and glimmered through his gold mane. “My Lord, Overlord Darken has informed me that our next conquest session will be commencing in a hundred-minute. Is there anything you might require from me?”

“Yes, perhaps you could kill all the other members of this inane counsel of six.”

Eros didn’t dignify Undul response with an answer. “I was told each of you may bring a second. Would you like me to attend or should I summon a scribe?”


“Scribe,” he laughed, which caused enough spittle to fly from his lips to fill one of his mugs. “What sort of intricate plan do you think such beasts can aspire to? At best it will be you smash here, you crush there. Pah!”

“Perhaps in this case it would be best to stay out of their paths.”

“Yes, but words and boasts usually fall short of deeds in my experience.”

“You will get no argument from me on that account… my Lord.” Elos paused, but when no further words came from Undul, he said, “And about the meeting?”

“Yes, yes, you shall be my second. Have a slave fetch me my war mug. I have a feeling I will need something to help me get through this one.”

Elos left without another word and left Undul staring out the ship window at the rotating blue and green ball floating below them.


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Vanessa as The World Slips In Chaos

Incense mixed with the clinging smell of sage. Smoke lingered in the room almost strong enough to make Vanessa’s eyes water, but she stayed focused. Her ritual was near its completion. She lit her eighth candle and then said her prayer for an Earth Blessing to occur.

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I am a Child of the Earth
Let Nature Embrace Me

I live as an Animal
Let the Beasts Embrace me

I am at one with the Forests
Let the Plants Embrace Me

I am a Child of the Sun
Let the Light Embrace Me

I Feel the Freedom of the Bird
Let the Winds Embrace Me

My heart burns with the Fire of the Making
Let the Flame Embrace Me

I Come From the Water
Let the Rivers Embrace Me

I am as one with the Desert
Let the Sands Embrace Me

Yig Mayan
She had no unrealistic expectation for the short spell’s success. Her only goal was to get her garden growing early so it would get a jump start on the short growing session once it warmed up enough. When you lived in the San Juan Mountains of southwestern Colorado the growing season remained short indeed.

With the main part of her spell complete, she stood up to prepare to begin her Lesser Banishing Ritual. She froze when a soft humming radiated from the small alter of candles and incense she’d created. Before she had processed what could be happening, the humming grew in volume. Soon the very air vibrated like she was on an airplane during a hurricane.

The eight tongues of incense began to curl together. At first she thought they might be forming a lightning bolt, which had stayed a symbol of Hecate throughout the millennia. Then she wanted to slap herself. Here was the first real supernatural thing that had worked—the first she’d seen, and she idly speculated on its meaning when she should be fainting or curling up in a ball crying in terror.

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Shaking her head, she dispelled such notions. This was a gift a… the incense moved and changed its form. Looking like lightning no longer, it became an elongated snake before her eyes. Grey and moving, it danced before her vision. Drawing her in, she allowed herself to become mesmerized in its serpentine movements.

Then, without warning, the serpent of smoke exploded sending wisps of grey into her eyes. Visions flashed and burned through her mind. She saw horrible things. Cities tumbled into the sea while other structures rose from it. Humanity crumbled as waves of death from both natural forces as well as unidentifiable creatures plowed through mankind.


A fear gripped her like nothing she had ever even come close to experiencing. She froze as more visions twisted before her and threatened to drive her over the brink of sanity. Just as she wondered if they would ever cease, the visions began to slow.

An eight pointed start materialized and on each point was a wavering face. She noticed two things before this last image faded. There was only one female face and it was hers.



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Dan or A Shitload of Trouble

Dan couldn’t say he enjoyed his life much. Living in the middle of Phoenix was the closest thing to a hell on earth he could think of. Already, in just February, the temperature was almost ninety. He groaned while thinking about how the summer was going to be.

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Add to this the miles and miles it took just to leave the track home suburbia behind him. It required a fifty mile drive just to see a plot of land without a house or business planted on it, not that he had time to head out into nature much. Dan worked full time, pushed himself through a master’s program, while helping care for his aging mother, who always acted like she was doing him the favor. Any little fragments of spare time he ever had were always eaten up by his school work.

After pushing back a long strand of dark hair, he sighed while lighting up a smoke. Even though his long work day was finished, he still had three hours of live classes and a forty minute commute home.

He took a long drag and then almost hit a car that suddenly slowed from sixty to twenty in front of him. He was just able to slam on the breaks in time, but as he watched, the car started to roll into another lane where a passing SUZ hit it full on. Both cars began to spin out of control and it was all Dan could do to remain clear of the explosion of glass and twisted metal.

Not knowing what else to do, he pulled over into the break down lane, but he almost didn’t make it as more cars went out of control and collisions occurred both before and behind him.

“What the hell,” he said aloud as he pulled over as far as the lane would allow. He saw a few other motorists trying to do the same thing, but those proved to be the exceptions. The majority of the vehicles plowed into each other. He had never seen such destruction outside of a disaster movie.

One person died in this three-car crash. (KATU News photo)
He decided that exiting from his pickup might be a safe call and he moved himself to the other side of the waist-high cement wall that lined the freeway.

Looking around he saw other people scrambling out of their cars and looking as confused as he was, but he turned his attention to those still on the road. A woman’s car coasted to a stop not far from him. Despite the risk, he rushed over to her ride.

Upon reaching the passenger window, he saw that she appeared to be unconscious. He banged on the window, but she didn’t move. He was banging again when one of the people on the side of the road yelled out a warning. Dan jumped back just in time to avoid a semi that raced out of control into the stalled car, which held the sleeping woman.

Feeling like his heart had just leapt out of his mouth, he stumbled back to the break down lane. Everywhere broken and burning cars filled the highway. He spotted more vehicles that had avoided the mayhem, but just stayed where they were. From the distance he could see several of them had drivers that appeared to be unconscious or sleeping.

Pile Up

Taking in the drivers there seemed to be no difference between them and the people on the side of the road. Both men and women stood there in fear. Both old and young were affected and yet also immune.

“Must be some poisonous gas or something,” a man in his sixties yelled.

“Then why didn’t it affect us?” A young man in shorts with a sleeve full of tattoos asked.

A woman on the edge of panicking clutched a young boy in her arms. “Whatever it is has affected my son, what should I do?’

Dan joined the other two men, near the mother. The older man looked over the boy and concluded, “He looks like he’s breathing normally. He just seems to be asleep.”

“But he won’t wake up.”

“Neither will anyone else,” Dan said and then joined the others as they ducked down due to another giant explosion.

The older man straightened up. “The only thing we know for sure is that we’re in a shitload of trouble.




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Yig Awakes


The day had started slow, which suited Jack’s hung-over brain just fine. Lunch hour proved quiet and Jack thought he might make it through another morning shift at Scallywags without much trouble, but of course that’s when things go wrong.


About two in the afternoon something hit the pub, which caused it to rock like an unmanned boat in a hurricane. While Jack fought to just maintain his footing, bottles tumbled from the shelves behind the bar and shattered into shards of flying glass. The bartender on shift was a young, petite woman named Holly and she shrieked as the boozes exploded on both sides of her. Instead of trying to flee, she froze. Another cry tore from her when a large bottle of vodka cracked her forehead and drew blood.


With a growl, Jack hurried her way, but moving over an undulating floor proved anything but easy. He dodged falling chairs and scrambling costumers as he made his way toward her.

Napa Earthquake

When at last he reached the bar, Jack leaned forward and grabbed her by the waist. As if lifting a toy, he drew her over the bar and into the dubious safety of the rest of the restaurant. More shouts and crashes were heard, as Holly held onto him like a long lost lover.

Holly Blood

Then, as quickly as it had started, the shaking dwindled into nothing.

Miles, one of the waiters, rushed up to them. “That was an earthquake, right?”

“I don’t think it was God bowling,” Jack replied.

As if suddenly realizing how hard she’d been hugging him, Holly drew away as her face blushed red. “Um, sorry, but that was really scary.”

“Worse things could happen,” Jack said, “But right now we need to take care of you. Your forehead is bleeding,” looking down, he saw her bare legs covered with all various splashes of booze, “and your legs could be injured too.”

As Jack guided the trembling girl toward the first aid kit, the manager, Larry, came rushing over. “Hey wait, we can’t leave all our costumers out here alone.”

“You watch them then,” Jack said. “I’m not going to have Holly go into shock on me. I’m sure a thousand injured are going to be overloading the hospitals in minutes. We’re going to have to fair for ourselves here.”

Larry met his eye and then nodded. “Okay, but there’s broken glass everywhere. This place is a litigation sandwich that’s about to have a bite taken out of it.”

“I say we close the place. No one will be coming here after all that. Give me a minute to help Holly and then we’ll come around and see what needs to be done next.”

Jack knew he took a chance talking to the shift manager so bluntly, but it appeared to have paid off, for Miles and Larry took off and got busy talking to the patrons and cleaning.

Holly looked up at him with her light blue eyes. “Thanks for helping me back there. It could have gotten a lot worse.”

Looking up at the television, he saw that the storm in northern Arizona had increased in it fury. “We had better watch ourselves, it still could.”’


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.Yig Triumphant


Most people were never asked into Fin’s residence. Several reasons for this existed, but the most obvious remained the hundreds of aquariums that lined the walls, that and the lingering odor. Despite the hundreds of snakes he kept within the various glass cages, it was really the mice and rats that he breed, which caused the most offensive smells.

Yig C Chaos

He was just tossing a large mouse into his Southern Arizona Gopher Snake’s cage when the room began to shake. His eyes grew wide with alarm as the aquariums began to rock on the shelves. For the first time in months he wished he didn’t live alone, but rare was a woman, or even a man for that matter, who was willing to live amongst so many serpents.

Setting himself to do his best, Fin flung his body against two of the larger selves. They bounced and rattled, but he refused to let go. He braced his back into the units while white knuckled fingers gripped the shelves on either side of him. So far he’d been able to keep the two selves upright, but all around him others toppled to the floor. Glass shattered and snakes found their freedom. Soon dozens of their sleek forms coiled and slithered around him.

Their movements left him mesmerized. Greens, oranges, greys…all swirling, mixing together until he couldn’t tell where one serpent stopped and the next began.

The quaking started to subside and it he had managed to keep his two biggest selves upright, but it looked like he still had a huge task before him. Shaking his head to clear it, he moved away from the selves, but just as he did a smaller aquarium on the top shelve tumbled over the side and struck him in the temple. The world spun and the still quaking earth didn’t help things.

He fell to his knees and then toppled forwards. The snakes moved everywhere. They swarmed over his body and crawled into his clothes. Arcs of color blurred and fogged soon they covered his face as they buried him under their serpentine masses.


He reached out for his cell phone, but his fingers fell away as a darkness claimed him.

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Coils of Yig… First post

This is a Yig based Speculative Fiction Tale. Think of it as a best case scenario.

Yig double helix

Alexander Bonerell sat on the side patio of his favorite new pub, Hops on Birch. A beer logo stamped umbrella stretched over the table, but he leaned back on his chair letting the struggling February sun attempt to warm his face. Taking a deep breath, he willed himself to relax and tried to forget his stress filled day.
It didn’t work.
He hoped a sip of IPA would help, but figured it would take another three pints to make a dent in his concerns.
Two small brown birds landed, snatched up the crumbs of a sandwich and flew off. For some reason they reminded him of the freedom his life lacked.
He had never wanted to live like this. As a youth he’d imagined himself walking across America or building his own log cabin in Alaska. Never would he have seen himself roped into some middle management job, with a wife and two kids, and a third on the way.
He loved his family, but didn’t really love his life.
Zane’s voice brought him back to the present and he didn’t mind the distraction. “So, I was hoping we could find some time to edit that You-tube vid we shot at Two Guns next week. Silent Kong says he can make it over to Sack’s house Monday.”
“That might work for me,” he said, trying to keep his frustration out of his voice. “But the evil gnome is getting wise to me leaving early and my lady is certainly wise to me coming home late.”
“Must be fun living with your balls in a vice.”
Alex watched a couple of college students stroll by. They looked like they had their whole lives in front of them and knew it. They could screw anyone they liked and then take off for a two week vacation if the urge hit them.
He felt like hitting them.
“The vice must not be too tight or I wouldn’t have another kid on the way,” he said, while placing his sunglasses back onto his face.
“Yeah, don’t remind me. Good luck trying to get you out for another shoot in the next five years and we need you. You have a natural talent. You’re just funny.”
“Yeah, but looks aren’t everything.”
“Right, hey I got my mobile wifi with me. Can you help me promote the last vid before you go? I’ll buy you another beer.”
Best deal I’ve heard today,” he said. After taking another sip of ale, he opened his laptop and let it warm up.

Without looking up from his laptop, Zane said, “Damn, have you seen this thing about the comet? It’s all over the web. It came from no where and they say it has a tail the size of the moon or something.”
“No, I guess not. We can’t afford TV, remember.”
“Good times. Well, you should check it out. It’s pretty cool. They’re calling it the Serpentine because of its huge tail that seems to move almost like its swimming.”
“Swimming huh? Maybe they should call it the Sperm Wagon. It’s probably here to impregnate the Earth.”
“I think if it hit the Earth we’d all be toast,” Zane said.
“Well, I guess that would be one way to get my creditors off my back.”

* * *

The wind tore at him, but it only made he take the speed of the motorcycle up another ten miles an hour. He chuckled to himself as he passed an ambulance on I-40. Hope no one in there needed to get somewhere quickly.

Motorcycle Dark
Marco tended to avoid speed limits and today proved no exception.

He also tended to get into trouble more than once in a while and today proved no exception.
He cursed when red and blue flashing lights appeared in his side mirror.
“Son of a bitch.”
After considering trying to run, he thought better of the idea and began to slow his bike. He had taken it down to forty when his handlebars began to shake.
“What the hell,” he said aloud, thinking something must be going wrong with his bike, but then he saw all the cars around him going crazy.
Two cars collided in front of him and forced him to pull into the breakdown lane to keep from smashing into him.
Figuring that would prove more than enough to keep the cop busy, he chuckled to himself and speed on past the pile up.
Best earthquake of my life, he thought to himself as he left the breaking cars behind him and sped home.

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