Day 4 - Rory's Story Cubes continued

This was something I started earlier this year, while I was trying to get my writing mojo going again. I was using Rory's Story Cubes after doing day 1 and 2, I thought; hang a tick why don't I try and get a really short 5-day story out of this.  So with no more said, here is day 3, and obviously, just maybe I'll do 4 & 5 before the end of this month.

Dice - Day One - Medusa

Dice - Day 2 - The Ale Mage

Dice Days 3

Garjoh wandered through the garden, the light from his lantern reflecting the silver of the olive branches, the shine of the agapanthus leaves and the sparkle of the fireflies.  The shadows cast by his lamp stretching and contracting in all directions as he wandered by.

It was his pride and joy; Prince Lukchr and Criluk had entrusted him with its upkeep. He knew he would be ever thankful for their generosity, giving a claustrophobic mountain dwarf a chance.  A chance to do something he had dreamt about his whole life underground.

Everything was in order, his celery and carrots safe from the rabbits, the orchid flowers closed for the evening, the cucumbers noisily growing; so noisily he would have to pick them in the next few days and then there was the glowing Trident, it looked beautiful.

A Vignette

The heat is oppressive, as I stood from tying my shoe. I look around and cannot see Steve. He was in front of me only moments before. I call out. His voice comes back to me as clear as if he was standing next to me.

Day 3 - 10,000 or more

'10,000 lies, would you believe it? 10,000'

'What are you talking about you wally?' Mick knew it was only a matter of time, the camp had been set, dinner was made, fire alight, John sitting back, beer in hand, watching as Mick did all the work.

'Trump, he's told 10,000 lies, Colbert referred to some guy at the New York Times who is counting. Well, that was the other day anyway, so I am sure it is more than that now.'

'oh, I was wondering when it would start, you know the fire, a beer, just the two of us, how long has it been now?'

'It's the intimacy.'

'yeah, yeah. So what's the latest, I've tuned out to it; it got boring.'

Day 2 - The Guath

The challenge today was to write a story in 40 minutes, no more, no less.  I did not get to finish or did I.  Good exercise to drive some creativity.  Note I did one of these last year - Here

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Exhausted they fell to the floor. Bobmadik had extinguished the torch, smothered it with his cloak. The three of them enveloped in darkness, so dark they could not see their hands in front of their faces.

Each of them had lent their sword, seax or axe against their knee, so they knew where it was in the dark. Then, with the knowledge of their packs they had withdrawn their trail mix and sat quietly eating.

‘Dad’

‘Yes Aelen’

‘How long have we been in here?’

‘I’d say close on a day and a half.’

‘Can we sleep soon?’

‘Yes Son; Soon’

They sat in silence, each in their own thoughts. Their fatigue addled minds struggling to not mistake the darkness for sleep.

Day 1 - Babelism

‘Father, what’s this?’

‘Put it down son, it’s not anything of use now?’

‘But Dad?’

‘Do as I say, nothing good can come of it.’

Jake looked at his father and could see he meant it. As he lowered the thing to the ground, his father turned away. ‘Come on, there’s nothing good here, let’s get back to camp.’

Jake stood, slung his satchel over his shoulder; it was weighed down with the results of their scavenging, some rusted tins, a few prime pieces of metal. There wasn’t a lot now, the town had been stripped bare by previous scavengers.

As the two of them headed out of the ruins of what was once a small farmstead, both in their own thoughts. Naturally quiet, as much as they were thinking they were always listening.

‘You can’t tell anyone, Jake.’

Jake looked at his father, he looked tired, in his mid-forties, he was an old man with only a few years left in him. Not that he was frail, or ill; just that in the world they lived in, no one lived long beyond 50, at least no one that Jake new. ‘Tell anyone about what?’

‘That thing back there, the thing you asked about.’

‘What was it?’