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.


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.  

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

100 Words a Day 1080

Few people knew anything about Far Island. Its isolation a product of its location and inhabitants. There was a single rainbow bridge connecting it to Alistoria, and even that was located at the end of a narrow peninsula far from any sentient beings. The inhabitants had a permanent camp that guarded the bridge and slew anyone who came near with strange magic absent from the rest of the continents. Travelers who had observed the underland reported no signs of habitation. Attempts to land on the underland had been repulsed using the same deadly force exhibited by the rainbow bridge guardians.

Monday, June 12, 2017

100 Words a Day 1079

Morg looked around the shop, furrowing his brow. Several of the displays and a door leading to a backroom looked to be sized for a child. He walked over to a stout shelf of thick tomes and began reading their titles. A heavy noise caused him to turn. Stumping through the low doorway was a creature he had never seen before. It was a squat, wide humanoid the color of dark soot. It was bald and possessed two enormous eyes with large lavender pupils. The strange creature looked him up and down a few times.

“You’re a strange looking one.”