The Cult

The being wasn’t divine like many believed him to be. He was just a man with a silver tongue that drew people into his fold. The people praised him like he was made of gold. The Divine looked down at the Earth below, not understanding why their creations forsook them for him.

By Ashley Houston

A very short story I wrote on Twitter for VSS365. The word prompt today is divine.

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