Future Meals

In his sack the troll
carries his gold
and people he steals
for future meals
He meets a lad
ashed a tad
with a sharp little spine
and a barrel of wine… (more)

Creatures of darkness in fear of the light.

Cherished Darkness

-The light! The light is back!

-Aaaaah! My eyes! My beautiful eyes!

Some held their arms out towards the whiteness, others ran into the shadows for safety.   Yet others threwthemselves down in submission. It burned their eyes, tore their souls with fear.

Then it was gone, once again,  as suddenly as the last time.

They waited, knew it would be back. Anxiety dug into their hearts, life became unbearable.

Kiind, the youngest of them all, always played around by the little black lake… (More)

Face flowers Aak fictionspawn

Balance

-I’m here to restore balance, he said, staring through them as if they were not there.

The plants laughed. The laughter spread through the forest, along the roots and through the air. 

-We’ve already tried, little one, but please come right in. Give it your best shot.

The giggles lingered as he walked through the dense bushes, thorns and branches cutting his skin, ripping his clothes. He pushed through high grass and ferns, crossed puddles and swamps.

Deep inside he came to the heart of the forest, the place where the roots met, where decisions were made. 

He lay down, spread his cloak out… (more)

A man and a gnome Aak fictionspawn

Exposed

-Got you!

He held the little gnome up in front of his face. Finally. after years of pranks and disasters, he had him.

-Let me go!

-Let you go? George laughed. -Never! You little bugger…

He put the little man in a jar, trying to find out what to do with him.

It had all started with a broken alarm clock.

He had bought a new one. It broke as well.

Soon he’d lost his job.

Then the panties in the bedroom. Girlfriend gone, and that was just the beginning.

Now the little bastard was caught… (more)

Book attack Aak fictionspawn ink illustration

Bitten By Books

Donald walked along the shelves, looked at the books. He knew people actually read these things.

“Maybe just a try,” he thought. “For the laugh of it.”

He grabbed one, pulled it out.

“Ouuuch!” The book fell on the floor. His hand was bleeding.  “It… It bit me!”

More books fell out of the shelves. He jumped back. Razor sharp teeth appeared, snapping at him. Attacking him. Biting him.

The biting books came flying… (More)

The One Who Laughs Last

“Welcome to hell!” The Devil had a big smile on his face. “We’re going to get to know each other very, very well.”

John wasn’t sure he wanted to. He’d heard about this guy, and he didn’t like what he’d heard.

“Could I please go to the bathroom?” he asked, looking for some kind of escape if even just for a moment.

“There is no bathroom!” He laughed and laughed, echoing through the halls.

It always… (more)