Dining alfreso

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.