Welcome to another Writing Prompt Wednesday!!
I found this week's inspiration on Pinterest. (I might have a slight addiction.) It was such a unique prompt that I couldn't resist using it for this week.
My Story:
Lemon, a loud-mouthed gnome sitting in the cell next to me, was beating on the iron bars with a sharp-edged rock he found in the corner of the cell. He'd been beating the same spot on a lower bar near the left side of the cell for nearly ten minutes now.
"What are you going to do when the guards catch you?"
"Drop the rock. For someone who is supposed to be a being of higher intelligence, you sure are stupid."
I scratched at the scabs on my wrist where Eric's fingernails scratched my skin as I had tried to get away from him. The fairy thought that I came to this world to kill him. I actually had ended up here by mistake. An accident, really.
"You're not a very nice troll."
"TROLL?" Lemon's eyes grew two sizes larger as he turned and screamed at me. "I'm not a frackin' troll! I'm a gnome!"
"A roaming gnome?"
He threw his rock at me. Evidently, Travelosity commercials were not very popular in this realm.
"I wish the guards would let me talk to Eric. If I could just explain to him how I got here and that I'm just trying to get home, maybe he'll let me out."
"You're going to try to reason with a man who swallows scorpions for fun? Did I mention you're stupid, already?"
"Well, anything sounds stupid when you say it like that."
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sallyannhodgekiss 0p · 521 weeks ago
The Plan
“You’re going to try to reason with a man who swallows scorpions for fun?”
Tysar rolled his eyes. “Off course not. What kind of a moron do you think I am?”
“Well...”
“Just shut-up and help for once. It’s as though your lips slap endlessly together and no matter how long I listen, I rarely feel anything beyond soothed to sleep by the monotony.”
“Well that I do understand.” Rolph mumbled.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing.” Rolph picked up the larger of the two dusty kit bags, slung it over his muscled shoulder and followed his old friend towards the tavern. For just the smallest of moments he questioned the sanity of it all, for Tysar’s plans and schemes rarely went as they were meant. But then Rolph smiled. At least this gave him purpose, the occasional reward for effort, and life beside Tysar was far from dull. As the tavern grew nearer he deliberately began slapped his lips together, watching the tightness gather in Tysar’s shoulders until the stout man spun, face as fed as flame.
“Oh for the love of prosperity, will you just be quiet.”
Yes, Rolph thought, Never Dull.
EllaDrayton 56p · 521 weeks ago