Velvet Verbosity prompt: Vicious


The Ice men were a ferocious race of elongated limbs, sharpened teeth and brutal practices.

I stayed hidden from them as I observed.

One morning a group of them found me. Hot, sour breath greeted me as I sprung from slumber.

One touched my exposed hair. They spoke; fast, hard, sharp sounds.

I told them to kill me quickly.

Instead, they grabbed me and I was carried away. My equiptment (my scope, books, this journal and even my tent) came with us.

The ice wind that danced around us cut through me. It merely bounced off their exposed blue skin.


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The running girl

Jess scurried up the steps.

She was breathless and tired, but she couldn’t stop. He was right behind her, closing in on his kill. There was no one to help her. If she stopped to rest her tired legs, if she stopped to check her bleeding knee then she would seal her fate. He was too fast.

He was a shadow at first. Not anymore.

With a few more steps she reached the doors of her sanctuary. She pulled them open. She stepped into the welcoming embrace of the library. Her library.

There was no danger there. She was safe.