They said it was for the common good. They said it had to be done, that there was no other way. Eventually, no justification was needed. They were too great a liability. It was too dangerous for them to live among society and there was nothing that could be done to improve their condition.
So in the end, thousands of men, women, and children were rounded up like cattle and buried alive. Polite society did its best to ignore their shocked and disbelieving cries, their futile pleas for mercy and redemption.
It was necessary.
It was for the common good.
When it was over, the truth was buried along with the victims. Thousands of years passed, and society almost forgot. But the truth refused to remain buried.
Now, in an open field far from the city, in a barren patch of earth that’s remained empty to this day, a dark energy stirs. The ground rumbles, a deep bellowing groan.
They’re coming, and they want revenge.
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Is this all there is?
For now, yes. Sometimes, the weekly pieces of flash fiction become more. Sometimes, they don’t. For people who are really interested in a particular story and want more, I offer a Patreon reward level where you get to choose which of my flash fiction posts get turned into a longer short story (typically around 10,000 words or so.)