I’ve been dealing with quite a few computer problems over the last couple of days and with my Camp NaNoWriMo participation this month I haven’t been able to post as often as I would like. So here’s a couple microfictions in the meantime.
The hordes below the mountainside were as vast as a hill of ants. A cold sweat broke out on the sentry’s brow. His hand tightly held his sword for the comfort of its steel, as his fingers remained close to the trigger of the gun embedded in its hilt. The enemy was moving directly toward his village.
Scurrying backwards he moved silently, a figure quickly obscured by trees as he raced through the night to make his report.
He had found his lost show, along with the gold inside. The other guy hadn’t been so lucky.