poisonoustea
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Wrote this one right after waking up, for fun and practice. I'm slightly tempted with fantasy, but whatever I write inevitably feels deja-vu.
And no, not that "It's not what you say, but how you say it!" flavored deja-vu; it's the hopeless, dreadful "Somewhere this has been put into a game of Dungeons & Dragons" deja-vu that I'm scared of.
And yes, they're playing with 20-sided dice. Heh...
And no, not that "It's not what you say, but how you say it!" flavored deja-vu; it's the hopeless, dreadful "Somewhere this has been put into a game of Dungeons & Dragons" deja-vu that I'm scared of.
I'd really like to know about the pace, choice of words, and the little, obvious technical hazards of the oh-so-lovely English language I'm still not aware of. If it's worth it, I'll try to write some more.It was dark. The woman named Jihal leaned against the side of the archway, listening to the loose banter of two soldiers on their night watch. They were sitting in the middle of the corridor, playing dice as the rattling of bone against wood suggested.
“A wooden table, perhaps?” She peeked in. A candle-lit pendant was hanging from the gently curved ceiling, right above the guards and their oak table. She looked up and counted the candles, wondering if she could put them all out at once. She nodded to herself, then pointed her fingers at the dim, little lights. As she clutched her fist, the flames died instantly – only to rise up again.
She sprung back to her cover. “Sh**!" she thought. "Magic fire.”
One of the two soldiers spoke out. “What was that?”
“Here's the eldest,” thought Jihal.
The voice of a young man lazily replied. “Probably the wind, sir.”
“Kal, you're such a bloody rookie,” said the other as he drew his sword.
Jihal's fiery heart started beating faster. She heard their chairs creaking as they stood up; armor-plated footsteps were now coming her way. She hissed a cuss in her rough native language, hoping she would be fast enough for the enchantment. She reached for the pouch hanging at her side, catching a thread of spider web in her fingers. She shut her eyes tight, reciting a quick prayer to Akah, the Eight-Legged as she wrapped the two-feet-long thread around her index.
Done. Jihal sucked the silk ring from her fingertip and put it around her tongue. It tasted bitter.
Just one more moment, she begged the forces that moved the world.
The chief leaned out of the corridor with his shield high. He looked around the entrance; for some reason, he stared a bit longer at the spot where Jihal had been hiding for the last minute. Satisfied, the man turned back to the corridor.
From just above him, unseen, a dog-sized spider was watching.
The other guard, Kal, chuckled. “Maybe I'm just a rookie, sir. But that was just the wind.”
“Oh, shut up,” groaned his superior. “Gimme the dice.”
While the spider silently crept over their heads, the young man was whistling his favorite song.
“Ha! Nice roll!”
And yes, they're playing with 20-sided dice. Heh...
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