Below is my 100 word (ish) submission to the Friday Fictioneers. Photo prompt this week is courtesy of Kent Bonham.
As always, comments are appreciated. I try to read everyone’s submission, but with submissions reaching triple digits each week, it’s difficult to get round to every one. Therefore, I tend to read those who I follow, or who like / comment my story. And finally, I also try for a random selection from the list.
Just a quick word on the writing group. The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthrall and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there is something for everyone to be found within its midst. Anyway, hope you enjoy the story.
Twitch and Scar
How about the fat guy in the middle?”
Scar stopped picking his teeth with a metallic claw and looked to the stage below.
“You know Twitch, sometimes you can be quite offensive.”
Yawning, Scar focused his gaze on Twitch’s newest selection. “Anyway, he’s too old. How about him?”
Pointing with his mechanical tongue, Scar indicated a muscular dancer on the edge of the stage.
Twitch’s reply was short. “Ohhhhh…….”
Scar nodded and gave Twitch a toothy grin. “Now there’s a tasty morsel I could sink my teeth into.”
Spreading wings of adamantine steel, Scar leapt from the rafters and exhaled a stream of fire. Hungry from a year-long sleep, the little clockwork dragon and his brother swooped down, eager to feast on the unsuspecting people below.