Wednesday, July 4, 2012

A Tale of Yendo

The old orkin warns us, the smell warns us. We lower a lantern and something darts. We climb down the hole. A tentacle strikes the monk, rips away the skin, drags off the meat. "Everyone back up!"


Adventure moments as micro-fiction. I'm thinking of doing short Tales of Yendo and Tales of the West Kingdom as long as I can maintain variety in 50-word play reports.

4 comments:

  1. That sounds like more fun than fart bubbles.

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  2. Cool. I'd be interested in seeing more of these. I'm not brief enough to do it, myself. ;)

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  3. That poor monk, I could read more of this....

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  4. Just now seeing this - let's have more!!

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