100 Words a Day 881

“Charles!”

My eyes shot open and I jumped in my seat, sending my pencils bouncing across the floor. I looked around.

“Pay attention, Charles,” Ms. Stevenson said from the front of the room, her voice cutting through the chuckles echoing around the room.

“Sorry,” I apologized, looking at my desk with red-tinged cheeks.

The room settled, attention returning to the board. Searching, I saw all my pencils were too far for me to reach from my seat.

I felt a nudge, Sarah offering one of her pencils. I grasped it eagerly, but looked away when my fingers brushed her hand.

100 Words a Day 880

The sunlight failed to illuminate the interior of the small wagon, despite streaming directly through the door that had slid silently open. Out of the darkness appeared an elf. His body was hidden from the neck down by a billowing, black cloak. His chin was as pointy as the tips of his ears and wore a smile displaying his white teeth. His black hair was short and greased back, hugging the contours of his skull. He descended the stairs and looked around the village green. There were no people in evidence nor smoke issuing from any of the stone chimneys.

100 Words a Day 879

The trenches spider webbed out and away from the hill, into the surrounding lowlands. They were empty of the soldiers that had attempted to encircle the hill with earthworks, flooded by the defenders in a risky and complex engineering project that drained the nearby marsh of boggy water. This ended the siege rather suddenly and left the fort with a dirty, serpentine lake at it’s base. Broken spear shafts stuck out of the brown water, abandoned by men fleeing the flood. Below the water still wearing their rusting armor were the corpses of soldiers unable to escape the rushing water.