A crush of bodies surrounded the featureless monument. The enraged dead clambered atop their ghastly kin. Caiaphas tucked his knees to his chest and hugged his legs tightly, staring at the scores of ragged, flailing hands as they scratched for purchase over the edge of the cylinder. Metal thrummed and thunder roared, filling his head.	Now there were words within the deafening roar. 	“Straaaange,” they seemed to say. 		“Daaaace…”	“Straaaangerrrr…”	Then a quick, awful chant: “CAIAPHAS! FOREVER! CAI—”	And with a piercing whistle it ended as his eardrums burst.
Scott Kaelen, Island in the Sands
childhood, fantasy, horror, metaphysical, sci-fi, visionary, zombie