Droplets from the Inkwell

Twitter Scribbles: Thursday, 8 November 2012

Today's Twitter Scribbles all had a fantasy theme. I don't plan on doing themes for them every day, but it does make things fun from time to time. Plus, the theme can be inspiring and motivating.

I met the orc's blade with my own, the clash of metal sounding throughout the hall. Sparks flew as the two swords grated against each other.

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Every surface in the temple shone as if imbued with divine essence. A white-robed priest stood at the altar the far end of the chamber.

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He crept past the troll cave, trying not to make any sound. He could smell the stench of death and waste coming from the entrance.

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She held the jewel in her hand. She could feel its power warming her hand, radiating down through her arm and into her chest. It was hers!

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I looked at the demon's handsome face and saw his now-crimson eyes. I could feel him draining away my soul. Yet, my desire for him held me.

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I scanned my surroundings, choking on the acrid smoke. I dodged a plume of flames that blistered my shoulder. The beast loomed above me.

JarredH

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