I used to write a lot of these weird short pieces whenever I had to pay attention to other things like … teachers… seminars…bla bla...
And it was time well spent I must say, so I could pull something like this out of a dusty folder and lol a bit at 5 am, a couple of years later…
Obviously I edited it a bit and updated the writing style before posting it here, but the storyline is still the same. :F
“Shut up!” Jillian cried out in a desperate, high pitched tone. He buried his face in his hands and leaned back into his chair. “I can’t take it anymore!” He picked up a piece of bread from his plate and threw it at Náro’s
head. He wheezed exhausted from laughter. “I don’t want to hear more about tha—” His voice died down as his green eyes caught a strange, tiny figure, moving in the tavern corner. He stood up, watching the creatures every
movement with intense interest.
The elven twins Nathaniel and Náro looked at him in shared confusion. “It didn’t sound that bad did it?” Náro asked while brushing breadcrumbs off his lap.
Jillian wasn’t listening. He was already on his way stalking the creature with stealthy moves. It looked like a small black lizard, little bony spikes protruding from its back and tail, and its eyes a glistening red. “Awesome.” He reached out and quickly grabbed it before it could run away. It squeaked loudly and tried to bite his hand, but its neck was too short to reach anything. “Hello little one.” He said with a smile and held it up in the sunlight pouring through a window. “Where did you come from?”
The black lizard responded with a small hissing noise, and its tongue smelled the air. Proud over his prey Jillian made his way back to the table where his friends were sitting.
“Look at this poor thing, it looks so evil.” He examined its body a bit closer, trying to remember if he had read about such a creature or seen anything similar before. It twisted and flailed its small legs displeased with the way it was handled.
“Uh… look at what? Nathaniel squinted unable to get a glimpse of anything.
“This lizard… thing that I’m holding…” Jillian gave his friend a stabbing glare.
“Jillian,” Náro shook his head with a doubtful expression. “There is nothing there.”
“What?” Jillian looked at his friends, and back at the lizard. “Of course there is!” He was sure he was holding something, he could both see and feel it. Its heart beating against his palm. “You really can’t see it?”
“See what?” The twins started to look quite worried about their friends sanity. “Are you sure you’re not drunk already? Slipped something unusual into your own drink? Again…”
“Ugh. Yes, I’m sure.” He snatched Náro’s hand and placed the lizard in his palm. “Can you feel it?”
Náro flinched. He stared terrified first at Jillian, then at his brother. He let out a sudden shriek and stood up in haste, dropping whatever he had felt moving in his hand. The lizard scurried away across the table and disappeared.
“What… what was that?” Náro yelled flustered.
Jillian banged his head against the table and tried not to sound frustrated. “Well… we’ll never find out now won’t we?” He would never know that his friend might have saved his life.
My proofreader JeFawk thought my story was a bit weak so he made a more intense ending for those of you who got disappointed. Enjoy!
“Ugh. Yes! I’m sure.” He grabbed a bucket used for cleaning and put it on the table, then gently dropped the reptile in it. All 3 elves were now gazing at this black thing running around in circles so fast that it’s shape could not be distinguished. All of a sudden the commotion stopped as the lizard noticed it was being watched. It raised it’s small head towards the elves gazing at it and started spitting tiny fireballs.
“Heroic animal!” Jillian yelled as he pushed Náro and Nathawhateverhisnameis to the side in an attempt to prevent burning scars.
Náro’s foot got stuck in a dislodged floor piece and fell flat on his chest, with Nathaweqwe and Jillian on top of him.
“What the fuck is that? A bloody dragon lord or something?” Náro’s voice could be heard as if buried underground.
Jillian grabbed the two brothers and dragged them outside. Looking behind the fireballs were now slowly burning the tavern’s ceiling.
“Not this sh…” The remaining of his curse could not be heard, a loud boom overlapping every other sound. The bucket exploded into a small fiery balls, and along with it, the poor lizard.