Monday, April 18, 2016
The gull stared into the beady, gold-rimmed eyes of its foe, its own expression one of intense disgust. It dove forward, beak slicing the air with pinpoint precision - but the blow, meant to pierce white feathers, clinked loudly and slid aside at the last moment. The gull stabbed again and again, infuriated by the realization that its target was doing the same, but each time its attacks were repelled by an unseen force. Despite its bravery the gull feared it might never succeed, and was only heartened by the fact that its hated enemy looked just as crestfallen.
Thursday, April 14, 2016
The giraffes stood, single-file, from smallest to tallest, in front of the bathroom door. Derek paused, one hand still on the doorknob, eyes darting from one wood-sculpted animal to the next. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. The giraffes did not comment on his confusion, and Derek, though inconvenienced, did not dare move them back to their original positions around his apartment.
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
A priest, a rabbi, and a pujari walked into a bar and ordered a drink. The bartender grimaced as the men sat down, clucking his tongue in disapproval as he passed out three glasses. Unable to restrain his opinion, he wagged a finger at the robed men. "Three healers in one party? You won't get very far like that, you know. You don't even have a tank. What happens if you aggro a Chimaera the moment you leave town? Damned fools, the lot of you."