DREAMS of a CLOUD
Peruse the many random ramblings of a writer-in-training as I build stories and develop my craft.
12 December 2022
“Welcome to the Arena,” Kali said, gesturing to the colosseum before them. “Where everyone you see is created, reworked, or borrowed whole-sale to be immortal and help the Authors practice writing combat scenes or similarly stressful situations.”
2 October 2022
The gate opened, and a great black thing covered in feathers rushed into the Arena. Its head was a small white thing, maybe a mask, but the body was massive, taking up half the floor, and seemed to have roughly the consistency of a slime monster, if she ignored the feathers. It prowled around on the ground and then sniffed at the air. It homed in on Kali and roared, revealing rows upon rows of sharp teeth.
“Yeesh. That looks painful,” Kali muttered.