Flash Fiction: Arctic Winds of Eldritch Horror
I cannot begin to describe the eldritch horrors that awoke that day while we traversed the eternal, arctic waste. The sun – what little showed itself on those white, dreary plains – nearly blinded us with its wicked glare, forcing our eyes to squint so as to nearly render us completely blind. From such a wicked light we could nary see but five feet to our front. The howling wind was our only companion…
