Monday, May 12, 2014

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.

~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:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Two words - guitar lessons.

Cie Cheesemeister said...

I can relate to Urmf. I always wanted to be a musician. Problem is, I suck.
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