Walrus
22nd October 2003, 08:07 PM
I was perusing through the forums, and I thought that there weren't enough stories being published. I enjoy writing, so I through it upon myself to make it happen. And, now, without further ado, The First Of My Weekly Fictional Short Story Installments.
Emerging from the earth, a lizzard about a mile tall, with large, curved claws, and a thin, lanky structure let loose a blood-curdelling roar. With it's green, dirt colored scales and long snout, it was pertruding from the earth at a slight angle. Crawling and stuggling out like a confused child, it made it's way in a random direction.
The village of Tomara was not far away in that direction, and, much to the dispair of the villagers, it was coming for them. Breathing fire like a fierce dragon, it burned trees and many other flamable substances in its derranged path. Wobbling due to its immense size, and finally regaining its presence of mind, it began to run. Slowly at first, and then working its way to a full sprint.
Running at a speed that rivals that of Concorde Jets, it was now crushing the earth's crust with every earth-shaking step. Every time his structure made contact with the earth, a small, but not-so-insignifigant, earthquake shook the opposite side of the earth.
Legends have told the town of Tomara that it would be destroyed by a gargantuan lizard creature. Unfortunatly, there were no scholars in Tomara, at least none that could read the ancient tomes within Tomara's curch walls.
When It stopped at the gates of Tomara, the whole town stood still. Warriors preparred their swords, maces, flails, morningstars, and other various weapons. Archers fletched their arrows. Sorcerers started studing spells for use against the gaint monster.
The archers of Tomara flung their arrows straight and true, landing four or five of them an inch into the Lizard's scaley skin. The Lizard let out a scream so loud that most people went deaf.
Luckily a sorcerer knew a spell that allowed the deaf to hear. He recieved less praise than expected. A gaint fireball was formed through a ritual spell among the wizards. It was hurled through the smoggy air at the Lizard. It made contact with a huge firey explosion. The Lizard again induced deafness among the villagers. The common spell was prepared and cast.
Now The Lizard had it's chance for attack. It screached and ran towards the town. Stepping on about half of the town, people screamed in horror. It tripped, falling on the church.
A black liquid, most assuredly not blood, gushed out of the Lizard's body. The tainted opaque liquid continued flowing fluently from it's wound, as it let forth a bellow that was heard echoeing in the world for all eternity.
And that is the first enstallment of my short story. Look foward next week for another piece of the tale. [ Hint: I never said it was dead ;) ]
[ Edit: ] What a candid bunch of folks here! You can post feedback, you know =)
Emerging from the earth, a lizzard about a mile tall, with large, curved claws, and a thin, lanky structure let loose a blood-curdelling roar. With it's green, dirt colored scales and long snout, it was pertruding from the earth at a slight angle. Crawling and stuggling out like a confused child, it made it's way in a random direction.
The village of Tomara was not far away in that direction, and, much to the dispair of the villagers, it was coming for them. Breathing fire like a fierce dragon, it burned trees and many other flamable substances in its derranged path. Wobbling due to its immense size, and finally regaining its presence of mind, it began to run. Slowly at first, and then working its way to a full sprint.
Running at a speed that rivals that of Concorde Jets, it was now crushing the earth's crust with every earth-shaking step. Every time his structure made contact with the earth, a small, but not-so-insignifigant, earthquake shook the opposite side of the earth.
Legends have told the town of Tomara that it would be destroyed by a gargantuan lizard creature. Unfortunatly, there were no scholars in Tomara, at least none that could read the ancient tomes within Tomara's curch walls.
When It stopped at the gates of Tomara, the whole town stood still. Warriors preparred their swords, maces, flails, morningstars, and other various weapons. Archers fletched their arrows. Sorcerers started studing spells for use against the gaint monster.
The archers of Tomara flung their arrows straight and true, landing four or five of them an inch into the Lizard's scaley skin. The Lizard let out a scream so loud that most people went deaf.
Luckily a sorcerer knew a spell that allowed the deaf to hear. He recieved less praise than expected. A gaint fireball was formed through a ritual spell among the wizards. It was hurled through the smoggy air at the Lizard. It made contact with a huge firey explosion. The Lizard again induced deafness among the villagers. The common spell was prepared and cast.
Now The Lizard had it's chance for attack. It screached and ran towards the town. Stepping on about half of the town, people screamed in horror. It tripped, falling on the church.
A black liquid, most assuredly not blood, gushed out of the Lizard's body. The tainted opaque liquid continued flowing fluently from it's wound, as it let forth a bellow that was heard echoeing in the world for all eternity.
And that is the first enstallment of my short story. Look foward next week for another piece of the tale. [ Hint: I never said it was dead ;) ]
[ Edit: ] What a candid bunch of folks here! You can post feedback, you know =)