Fantasy Flash Fiction...
It's Monday! I know, nothing to be happy about, but here is something to help boost your creative minds for the week.
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~Artwork by Steve Bolduc |
There wasn't much more Urnf could do these
nights. Shunned from his brothers, chased out of human cities by torches
and swords, he decided it was best to find some other hobby. Pickings
had been slim for adventurers in need of something to slay,
or even to hire him for muscle. Sighing heavily as he came to terms
with getting older, Urnf plucked the catgut strings on his guitar. The
music, such as it was, made even the bravest of nighttime creatures
flee, seeking some other place in the forest for the night.
2 comments:
Two words - guitar lessons.
I can relate to Urmf. I always wanted to be a musician. Problem is, I suck.
I'm visiting from the Insecure Writer's Group list. My Insecure Writer Whinge is at The Cheese Whines.
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