Challenge #31: Campfire tales
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swirlsofpurpleTitle: Other
Word Count: 263
Rating: PG-13
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): None
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): Violence
Summary: Around a campfire
The fire crackled, blurring the air as smokes scent lead a pleasant trill through it. The story teller leaned forward, grin deep and voice barely above a whisper, head turning slow and deliberate between the one beside him and the two on the other side.
The two opposite were placid. Winds chill lapped at their faces as their bodies sat warmly snug within thick layers. A smaller body curled under the crook of the other’s arm, still tiny enough to fit but filling the space far more. Little brother seemed impossibly small and impossibly big at the same time. An eyebrow was arched by the young one; the tale had been softened, possibly for his benefit. Even though there was no need at all. After all they were hardly typical children:
They were other, they were simply more, they were beyond the humans, and such fragile life couldn’t touch them. So they sat quiet, listening with amusement at these old classics, knowing they were the monsters of which the tales spoke. This was their hubris.
They heard the rustling of branches, of stealthy footsteps, of muted whispers, but simply did not fear.
Metal came fast and sharp out of the dark and skewered them through.
A last thought floated; it’s of the one of his flesh: his still too small brother would now remain that way forever.
They were neither of them human. And yet were taken down by a human with a human sword.
This was their hubris. Everyone knows monsters sitting around a camp fire should tell tales of monster hunters.
Word Count: 263
Rating: PG-13
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): None
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): Violence
Summary: Around a campfire
The fire crackled, blurring the air as smokes scent lead a pleasant trill through it. The story teller leaned forward, grin deep and voice barely above a whisper, head turning slow and deliberate between the one beside him and the two on the other side.
The two opposite were placid. Winds chill lapped at their faces as their bodies sat warmly snug within thick layers. A smaller body curled under the crook of the other’s arm, still tiny enough to fit but filling the space far more. Little brother seemed impossibly small and impossibly big at the same time. An eyebrow was arched by the young one; the tale had been softened, possibly for his benefit. Even though there was no need at all. After all they were hardly typical children:
They were other, they were simply more, they were beyond the humans, and such fragile life couldn’t touch them. So they sat quiet, listening with amusement at these old classics, knowing they were the monsters of which the tales spoke. This was their hubris.
They heard the rustling of branches, of stealthy footsteps, of muted whispers, but simply did not fear.
Metal came fast and sharp out of the dark and skewered them through.
A last thought floated; it’s of the one of his flesh: his still too small brother would now remain that way forever.
They were neither of them human. And yet were taken down by a human with a human sword.
This was their hubris. Everyone knows monsters sitting around a camp fire should tell tales of monster hunters.
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Date: 2014-06-14 01:57 pm (UTC)I particularly like that you lead the reader to like and perhaps sympathize with these creatures, even though we don't know much about them. It means that the end comes as a blow, but makes it all the more effective
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Date: 2014-06-14 02:11 pm (UTC)Yeah, I can definitely picture expanding it into a bigger piece. My pieces for writerverse are a bit short at the moment, they probably will be while I'm in LJ Idol and that's taking up all my writing time, but after I'll have more time for writerverse pieces.