Here's a sample:
There was a knock on the back door of the van. There were many humans present not worthy to witness urkperfection, so Edward reached for his mask and goggles. He didn’t get to them in time before the door was flung open.
It was a girl. She saw his face and screamed. He saw her pointy ears and bellowed in surprise.
The elf regained her composure first. “Orc! Your Hunter masters need you. I summon you to battle!” Confused, Edward lifted his ax and pointed at himself, then at her. “No!” the elf shrieked. “Not me! The monster. Go battle the monster!”
His first inclination was to just lop off her peroxide-colored head. The clan ancestors had always taught that the only good elf was a dead elf (and also, coincidently, that dead elves made great holiday decorations), but Edward hesitated, because he did not want to upset the Harb Anger. Edward had never actually seen an elf before. He didn't know if any of his clan had. This one was kind of scrawny. Not very impressive at all, really.
“Come on, what are you waiting for?” She moved her hands about like she was trying to shoo him out of the van. “You guys are supposed to go berserk with blood lust. You call that berserk? You’re just sitting there. Are you going to go into a killing frenzy or not?”
That was the idea before you showed up. He put on his mask and reluctantly got out of the van.Enjoy!
2 comments:
Yep, Larry DOES have a good story there...
He sure does NFO. And he keeps the sex and language down to a dull roar, so I'm very comfortable letting my older kids read his stuff.
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