HOLY ROLLERS

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Weird Fiction

Submitted: February 22, 2018

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Clyde glanced up at the medieval looking stone church, known as the "Sanctuary of the Three-Lobed Burning Eye." The stained glass windows were adorned with pictures of eyeballs surrounded by flames. "Why do I even attend this church?" he thought to himself, "The congregation doesn't seem to accept me."

"What gifts do you bring to the Grand Creator?" Tony inquired, as he adjusted his bright yellow robe.

"What are you talking about?" Clyde gave him a wierd look.

"I bet he doesn't have any powers," Brian chimed in, "I bet he's not even a sidekick!"

The congregation lined up to bask under the glow of the heat lamps. "Now we must recharge our powers," they said in unison.

Clyde was freaked out by the end of the service. The congregation was rolling around on the floor, laughing hysterically, and then screaming.

Clyde ran out of the church, and never returned.

"Did you ever hear of the "Church of the Three-Lobed Burning Eye?" Clyde asked his friend as he clocked in to work.

"Oh," Frank replied, "Do you mean the church that was started by the escaped mental patients of the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum? They all think they have superpowers. Isn't that silly?" He shook his head.


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