Third Post!
I dabble a little in a lot of things — writing, webcomics, gaming, photography, web design, music, and more. I write code full-time and words in the gaps in between.
The third post, well... the third post didn't actually exist. Not in any way that mattered. It was an idea, if you will -- a concept, a metaphor. It was a lynchpin of belief. It was, of course, all hot air and bluster and metaphor, a puff of wind as insubstantial as breath.
And yet when Dad drove it through the god's chest, it pinned that deity to the ground just as surely as if it had been made of solid rebar. I don't know why it worked. I don't think Dad did, either, not really. All I know is that the god writhed in agony, clutching at the nothing sticking out from between its ribs, screamed until it couldn't anymore, and then fell still and silent.
It was a while after that when Dad removed the second post. Pulled it free from the ground and unshackled it from the corpse. "Never know when you'll need a good one," he said by way of explanation.
I didn't know what he meant at the time. I still kinda wish I didn't.
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JonB
More wordplay, but coalescing into a forward-facing story. Good hook at the end. What will the fourth post bring?
BTW there's a forward link from Second Post to here, but no reciprocal link back from here (but I expect you've already noticed that, and bugged ethelthefrog about it).