By Brian - AKA - "BriHack"
The wrinkled vellum of the illuminated scroll, matched the skin texture of the ancient man's gnarled hands painstakingly unfolding it. Would the old relic live to read the prophecy it contained?
How much could a boy pretending to be the musty mage's apprentices take?
Wilted greens and roast-beast shot through with gristle matrixes every day broken up by the weekend when the shriveled monks served up some kind of sandpiper jerky.
I ask you, would you eat it? It's enough to make me want to string the palate-dead cooks up by their ankles and roast them for dinner. Well, there would be time enough for that when all this was over. For now it was time to read the prophecy.
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2 comments:
Wow!
This is so cool.
A prophecy, neat-o!
That reminds me of-
Ah.
...how awkward...
Stupid short-term memory.
-BRIHACK
Hahahaha! Dejavu to you!
I like it! Very fluid melding of very disjointed words. I like the use of gristle and matrix - makes my teeth hurt thinking of chewey beef. (Note - this is why I hate cube steak!)
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