The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!
Knots of thick, tangled roots and tree trunks spread before him, dark under the heavy canopy above.
He checked his sheath and the solid hilt reassured him as he stepped further into the shadows.
The trial was to prove his manhood by killing one of the fabled creatures – which he could do – he had no doubt. The real problem was how he was going to get all that meat back to the village before it spoiled – or something else ate it.
The reason he had no doubt was that he’d figured out how to cheat. Sure, maybe cheaters never prosper, but dead men also tell no tales. And he planned to have quite the tale to tell.
After all, because it was sacrilege to to eat a rabbit, no one would recognize its entrails.