Not Go Quietly
Confession: I was addicted to Pokemon Go. I was one of those people, wandering streets, stopping abruptly, gape-mouthed, intently pawing at my phone.
I only cared about acquiring pretend things, staking out pretend territory, and winning against hapless, pretend creatures.
Not real. Hitting them until they lost consciousness. Just a game.
Just a game.
I finally broke my addiction. Moments later, my story-crafting mind popped up and asked: "hey, what if those creatures were real, in some other reality? What then?"
In that moment, my story "Not Go Quietly" was born.
Mama, the monster has come for me at last. You say they are gods, that it is good to go with the gods, but I am not so sure.
So fast. How can anything move so fast?