My brother-in-law is a budding writer. After talking with him, I think life would be better if a I took a few minutes out of my week to write short sketches of fiction. Hopefully they will teach me about writing and in turn show him support.
Short - Dining Alfresco.
What occurred before him was the
singularly most pecular thing Ralph had ever seen. A small group of
frog like humanoids were fighting three colorful praying mantis like
creatures. Some might have called it a dream. Ralph wouldn't. Most of
his dreams were about sex or his mother and the odd dream of sex with
his mother. The vision of the tumult in front of him was more
horrifying than anything he dreamed about.
The frogs attacked with tools and
magic. Behind the fray stood a lone shaman casting what looked like
force lightning at the buggies. Each bug would temporarily halt its
advance with the shock, but it didn't deter them. On the line the
frogs struck with machete-like instruments. Their scant clothing
waving in the wind as they lunged at their foes. Exoskeletons
cracked. The bugs pressed on.
In the center, and slightly behind the
other two stood the largest bug. By its behavior it acted like a
queen. It directed the others with shrill cries. Occasionally as the
frog line advanced, it, being the largest, would strike from above at
the heads or torsos of the frogmen. Each time it would strike a blow.
Sometimes a deadly blow as a frog dropped to the ground oozing blood
from the smashed skull.
After a few minutes the front line of
the frogmen was no more. The pack of bugs wheeled around to kill
outmatched shaman in the rear. Realizing its fate, the shaman added
even more peculiarity to the situation by simply clapping its hands
together while making an odd, low grumble.
Snicker-snack sank the queen's tibia
through the brain pan of the shaman. It smoothly slid through the
head and out the jaw. With the same quickness of its entry, the tibia
recoiled out. The shaman dropped, limped and bloodied to the floor.
The bugs walked up the steps the frogs
were trying so hard to defend. The egg sacks that kept their young
were now ripe for the taking. Ralph left them to their meal. Lord
knows if it was calorically positive for the bugs after the fight.
Perhaps they will dine on the frog corpses like the French to make up
any deficit.
