100 Words a Day 506

I awoke with shaking hands. I could hardly pick up my clock it was so bad. My vision was blurry, but eventually I managed to discern the time, helluve early o’clock. Sighing, I put the clock down and rubbed my eyes. My eyes remained gummy. My mouth was dry. I tried to summon up enough saliva to swallow, but failed. I stood on unsteady feet and stumbled towards my kitchen. I squinted against the light when it came on. I filled a glass and took a sip. It left me reeling with nausea. I needed to find my iphone soon.

100 Words a Day 505

“He stood me up. But he called and said he had a dozen roses and a five pound box of chocolates as an apology if I’d go out with him still.”

“I hope he had a good excuse.”

“He said he didn’t get paid when he thought he would, and didn’t want to show up without any money.”

Her friend gave her a look.



“How was the date?”

“He only had a half a dozen roses, and it was a three pound box of chocolates.”

“So you won’t be seeing him again then.”

“Oh. Well, I had a great time.”

100 Words a Day 504

The architecture of the city was not unusual. There were arches, spires; everything was made of mundane materials. What was unusual about it was the size. The pygmies of Latrec built to accommodate themselves, not outsiders. Geop had heard that, so he was not caught completely by surprise, but it was still hard to wrap his head around things when the diminutive city was finally in front of him. As he took in the city, he noticed there was one quarter that stood taller than the others, the foreign quarter. It was their grudging concession to their need for trade.

100 Words a Day 503

Shit. He thought to himself as the kick connected, knocking him from the ledge. He felt the air rush by and absently wondered if the wind would smash him against the craggy rocks that blurred past.

Above, his opponent briefly watched him fall with flailing limbs before turning back towards the crowd. He raised his sword in triumph, the plummeting man already forgotten as he came fully into the realization that everything was his.

He stalked towards the people watching and they parted before him, some out of respect, but all out of fear. He passed them without a thought.

100 Words a Day 502

I entered the teahouse, pausing at the door to scan the room. There was one man matching the description I had been given, gambling in the corner.

That can’t be him. I thought to myself. What kung fu master would be wasting his day gambling and getting drunk?

I walked over to the table to try and determine if he was in fact the Master Kang I sought.

He wore the sash of a master, but he swayed at the table like a common man deep in his cup.

He picked up the dice, gave them a shake, and threw.

100 Words a Day 501

“How was your date?” Preston asked, not bothering to look away from his video game.

“It was pretty weird actually,” Cassie said. She picked up the second controller and joined the game.

“Oh?” Preston said.

“Yeah…Well, so, we start talking on the way to the restaurant, and she tells me how she’s going to adopt an alley cat.”

“Okay,” Preston said, leaning as he played.

“And thinking it was an appropriate question, I asked if she’d had cats before.”

“Seems reasonable.”

“Yeah, but it sets her off. She starts telling me to stop asking her personal questions and so on.”

100 Words a Day 500

The wizened elf shed his massive gauntlets. The eldritch armor slid slowly from above his forearm, revealing pale skin that matched that of his face. As more was revealed, it began to appear mottled and grey, darkening rapidly to black the closer the flesh was to his hands.

Erik’s eyes widened when he saw the ebon hue.

“It’s the curse of my people,” the elf said, “to be consumed by darkness.”

Erik did not understand.

“Did you ever wonder why we who live so long live so rashly?”

Erik shook his head.

“We are doomed to fall to the shadows.”