Posts Tagged ‘Tribe’
Aug
Disenchantment
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The mist glistened with false promises. The canopy dripped the tears of myriad misled bards of all races who had put effort into the creation of tales only to be demeaned by the praising of the Mediocre tribe by the forest’s Editelves.
The tribe, though mere mortals, had somehow produced a damsel of beauty which had entranced even the sorcerers and had been avidly welcomed into the hierarchy as a mate where she wielded unprecedented influence.
The trolls, in particular, grumbled angrily as the incantation of rejection echoed through the avenues, causing even lianas to cringe. “We have decided not…”
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Jul
Conquest Sapiens
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Winter today felt like death. Sor glared at the obvious trail leading to his concealment.
The scentless pale race had carried out a callous pogrom against his kind. He was the last. They’d extracted the cave tribe like so many snails from their shells.
The speed and nature of the slaughter had appalled. Herded into a clear space, Gargar and her people had seemed to shrink, then vanish in light when the captors had waved short sticks in their direction.
Better to die fighting.
Sor tensed. Someone– His crouching body disintegrated.
“The planet’s sterilized,” the marine announced over her com.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Nov
The Death Of Tales
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The mist glistens with false promises. The canopy drips blood of myriad misled bards vanquished by the Mediocre tribe.
The incantation echoes through the rain forest, causing even lianas to cringe. “We have decided not…”
The shaman feels tears slow to a reticent trickle from still-closed eyes. His heart freezes with horror, sharp mind balking from interpretation.
“Vates!”
It takes a moment to understand he is being addressed.
Lids snap open. “Yes?”
“Did the Mystic Mushroom bring wisdom?” The bard asks, handing him a bowl of spring water.
Cathbad rises from the straw bed. “No, Carolan, a warning of ignorance.”
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
May
The Origin Of Myth
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
As far back as anyone can remember, Lulumak stole. When he was young, the elders told Lulumak’s parents that this was a sign of intelligence but once he matured into warriorhood, the elders warned Lulumak that he would be punished if he stole again. A day after Lulumak was warned, Chinoon caught him stealing fish from Yellow Hair’s net. The next day a few elders told Lulumak they discovered a rich fishing area and invited him to fish with them. When the elders returned without Lulumak, they told the tribe that Nanal, the monster, had eaten Lulumak for his sin.
From Guest Contributor Dave Harper
Dave, a recovering software developer, now finds himself addicted to writing fiction.