Thursday, May 25, 2017

100 Words a Day 1073

A great clap rent the air and someone behind Morg screamed. He slowed enough to glance over his shoulder and saw one of his pursuers writhing on the ground. The rest continued to follow him, but with some of their fury replaced with confusion. A second clap and another villager fell.

They gave up the chase and scattered into the forest. Morg continued running until he realized there were no more sounds of pursuit. He stopped and looked back the way he had come, confused by the lack of villagers and curious about the loud noises that struck them down.

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