Tuesday, July 25, 2017

100 Words a Day 1087

“Duck!” Halfin shouted, thrusting his hand forward and sending a jet of flame towards the ogre guard.

Morg threw himself on the ground and then winced. He felt flames scrap across his back, ruining his shirt and roast the flesh on his back.

In a moment he had banished the pain and leapt back to his feet. The elf that had been standing in front of him was rolling on the ground, gurgling, hands held over the remains of his face.


“Let’s go!” Halfin cried, grabbing Morg and pulling him towards the door before the other shocked elves could advance.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

100 Words a Day 1086


His face contorted in rage and his large scorpion tail raised over his head, casting its shadow over the bound man as it loomed over him.

“Not so tough now are you?” the fleshwarper asked. “No defiant slogans. No slaughtered guards.”

The man said nothing. The fleshwarper slapped him with his large ape-arm, sending the man to his knees.

“Under normal circumstances I would cut you to bits and use you for spare parts. Unfortunately I cannot risk your revolutionary streak contaminating my soldiers.”

He stalked a circle around his kneeling prisoner, scorpion tale hovering in anticipation of the kill.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

100 Words a Day 1085

“You think fooling around with other people’s money and buying a nice suit makes you some sort of alpha dog? You wouldn’t recognize alpha if it was the only letter in the alphabet. The capacity to do violence as represented by bone and sinew was first substituted for bits of paper you crumble up and put in your pocket, and now its little bits of electricity. Strip away the gilded fa├žade of civilization though boy, and your little bits of electricity won’t mean shit. Someone won’t come along and wipe that smug grin off your face, they’ll eat it off.”

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

100 Words a Day 1084

Morg spent several days convalescing after the operation. Lying in a soft bed in the room next to Arghul’s laboratory, he could feel his flesh mend and the organ slowly engorge with blood. Once saturated, the muscular blob dumped its invigorating chemicals into Morg’s waiting blood, then squeezed the crimson fluid back into his veins. The first change he noticed was the taste of the broth Arghul brought him. Right after the operation, he’d felt it bland. After a few days though, he began to pick out subtle flavors he hadn’t noticed before, herbs that grew in Arghul’s great garden.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

100 Words a Day 1083

Lancelot and Guinevere stood outside Galahad’s tomb, arms entwined and bodies touching to a scandalous degree. The tomb was sealed, but it was empty. His true fate was unconfirmed, but couple sitting on the thrones of Camelot found it convenient to perpetuate the idea that he had experienced divine ascension. Whether they believed it or not, it helped establish their legitimacy among the religious peasants, some of whom were still uncomfortable with the rumors of the origins of their rulers’ relationship.


The couple turned to face the crowd of subjects standing behind them. After disentangling from one another, they spoke.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

100 Words a Day 1082

Mordred sat next to Morgause, listening to his knight begging for mercy. Bored, he looked around. When he caught the slight frown on his mother’s face, he slammed his fist on the table.

“Enough!”

The knight fell silent, eyes downcast and chest collapsed in fear.

“Your excuses for your failures do not amuse us and the laws of the land will not be bent!”

Without waiting for a command from Mordred, his guards wrestled the man out of the hall.


The man forgotten, Mordred turned back to his mother. She was smiling. Her approval sent warm elation through his veins.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

100 Words a Day 1081


Bedivere turned in restless sleep. The dream returned. He was standing on the edge of the lake, unable to move. He could see an arm reaching out of the lake’s center. Previously, the arm radiated a sense of loss and longing. This time though, it was angry and hateful. The armed rotated in place, fingertips pointing towards the shore like eyes. When the fingertips were pointed at him they stopped. Then the arm started slowly gliding towards him through the water. Bedivere tried to move his legs. He felt the muscles straining, but some unseen force held him in place.