The Old One Breathed

by Scott Wheelock


The people blanketed the ground as numerous as grains of sand upon the ocean floor. Now it stood before them as still and vast as a mountain. The God’s head rose far above their view in the gathering storm clouds, but what they saw was enough. They raised their arms as one, then fell upon their knees in utter submission to their new Lord. The high priest whose people had suffered without end over the centuries raised his arms with them and, with tears in his eyes, said the words. Awakening, the Old One breathed out, and the world died.


Scott Wheelock

Scott Wheelock is a painter, writer, and teacher living in Philadelphia. More about Scott and his work can be found at
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