On 31 March 2016, these three words were chosen:
And these blurbs were written within five minutes….Enjoy!
“And I will smite you!” Jordan hollered, his voice echo’d down the hall. The dog barked, obviously awakened from his nap on my bed. Jordan looked at me and smiled, gawd he was cute. “What do you think?” he asked. He was trying out for a play the following day and somehow I had become his literal sounding board.
“Good, I guess,” and fluttered my eyes. I was much more interested in other things that didn’t involve any word vocalization. Mostly.
“I was trying to decide if I should wear my sparkly tunic or the plain one.” He commented. I tried to imagine either and ended up with him shirtless in my mind. I shrugged and smiled.
He opened the front door and stepped out to the porch. I was about to ask where he was going when he closed the door. I stood there ridiculously when the door flung open and he stepped in.
“And I will smite you!” he hollered. The dog barked again. I was over it.
“Look Jordan, I think you sound fine and I don’t really care which shirt you wear. Why don’t you come to bed with me and sleep on it?” Holy crap, I just said that?
“I thought you’d never ask,” he said and I smiled.
Looking at my reflection in the puddle it was easy to see that I had been smote. My face was severely bruised where I had been punched. He was a burly man who seemed to take offense at my mere presence in the tavern. I nearly had him when his two friends, that were inexplicably larger than him, grabbed me from behind making me an easy target. Stepping in the puddle to obscure the image, I made my way onto the porch and sat down. Looking up at the heavens, I felt a rush of anger that the gods somehow felt that I needed to be punished. Imagine my shock when one appeared before me in a sparkly shimmer.
What he really wanted to do right now was smite someone. The problem with that is he didn’t know who exactly to smite, and if he smote the wrong person, there were people who would not be happy with him. These people he wanted to keep happy and very far away. Despite their glowing wings and sparkly eyes, they were just another form of demon. Perhaps prettier than the others, but demons nonetheless.
He went outside to his cosmic porch and looked out at the universe spreading out in front of him, the galaxies and worlds, and his anger began to bubble and froth harder. Even now he could see the blackness, like a mold on crops, eating away the life and leaving a dry husk.
Collapsing on his favorite chair, which creaked under his immense weight, he pondered on what would be the safest course of action. If he could find out who had unleashed the unholy blight on his worlds, he could make them pay with an eternity of suffering. But that person was hidden, if not condoned by the pantheon. The thought made him shudder.
What had happened to the good old days, when every thing was simple, mortals were mortals, heroes fulfilled heroic quests, and the gods were allowed to make mischief where and when they pleased? His breath huffed out in a grumpy sigh.
“Something bothering you, oh mighty one?” a voice thick with sarcasm and disdain asked from beside him.
“I shall smite thee” yelled Robert as he ran up the porch chasing is younger brother Christopher with a plastic sword. Marley just shook her head stupid boys.
She went back to reading. She had agreed to do this babysitting job late yesterday, only because they had offered her double to do it and there were no diapers involved.
She turned a page in her book about to begin another chapter when she heard a crash and then the sounds of metal hitting metal.
“What are you guys doing?” she yelled. No reply.
“If you guys don’t cut it out I am going to tell your mom!” she said as he got up to follow the porch around back.
When she rounded the corner she was momentarily blinded by something that was sparkly moving in the air. When her vision adjusted she dropped her book and screamed.
Later Marley would explain that she didn’t know how Christopher had gotten the ax.