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.
That sounds like more fun than fart bubbles.
ReplyDeleteCool. I'd be interested in seeing more of these. I'm not brief enough to do it, myself. ;)
ReplyDeleteThat poor monk, I could read more of this....
ReplyDeleteJust now seeing this - let's have more!!
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