Split | A 100 Word Story

#707 | XVI The Tower - The Fall of the House of Usher | Edgar Allan Poe Tarot

I will never forget the sound of wood splitting and floorboards cracking as my once towering home began to split in half, right down the middle.

This came as no surprise to me when I woke that morning to find my childhood home was in danger of collapse. I remained calm as I made my way around the house, intentionally ignoring the gap.

For you see, I knew this would happen. It was foretold. The house had a longstanding debt to collect from whoever is the present owner. And I’m ready to pay. The price? Isn’t it obvious? My life!

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