Small Realities

Inside the mind of Lance Schonberg

Thorvald’s Wyrd 082

Even blinded by pain and fear, the flailing giant might land a lucky blow.  Thorvald approached the creature with caution, giving the other, now attempting to struggle to its feet, a wide berth.  Slow steps brought him behind its head and he raised the steel axe.

His first blow bit deep into the giant’s throat, spraying a curtain of dark blood into the night and across Thorvald’s face to suck heat from his flesh.  The giant bellowed, trailing to a gurgle as Thorvald wiped the sticky blood from one bearded cheek.

It took three more swings to sever its neck.

Next * Previous * First * Index
Advertisements

Single Post Navigation

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: