A Hundred Word Story.
Or maybe a One Thousand One Hundred word story, including the pic.
His toes gripped the smooth vine as he squeezed through the tunnel into the Temple. The priest waited at the entrance to the Alter; they bobbed to each other, dewlaps inflating in mutual respect.
He entered the impenetrable darkness.
There was a flash.
He found himself on a bony claw. Glancing back, he saw a black-hooded skull and froze in panic — but it only nodded and gently flicked its hand. He spread his wings to steady himself.
He had wings! Death forgotten, he launched into the air. He laughed, and a gout of flame burst from his mouth….
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Submitted to Laurence Simon’s Hundred Word Story topic, It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time.
I think these were supposed to be cautionary tales…but you know, sometimes it seems like a good idea, and it is!