“Why aren’t you running?”
The little girl held mute ground.
“How old are you?”
Her fingers showed six.
“You need to run.”
She didn’t move.
Yanux stood on his hind legs, brandished open hands with sparkling silver claws, forced his wild wooded hair outwards, and roared. The child’s right foot faltered one step back. He fell to all fours and rolled his eyes; by now most of the village was safely indoors.
A soft hand touched his callused forehead between the two twisted horns. The monster sighed, turned for home.
She’d be thirteen soon enough, and then he’d eat her.
Author’s Note: Without rules a monster couldn’t hope to be sustainable, less he destroys all his would be victims in a single night.
Jake pulled the bridge of his nose, annoyed.
“I always tell the truth and the other lies,” said the portly troll. His partner echoed the statement.
Jake hated riddle trolls.
“Is my hair purple?” he asked.
“Liar,” he labeled that one. “Did a red-haired girl let you in my room?” he asked the other.
Anna awoke to the sound of air being let out of a balloon. She sat up choking on a vile smell. She flipped on the lights and found a smiling troll at the foot of her bed.
A farting troll? How crass little brother.
Author’s Note: As a river guide I know a lot of riddles. I just took the trolls away from their gates and put them in a child’s bedroom. The situation is no longer dire, simply annoying.
“DEATH! DEATH FOR SALE!”
“More than you can afford.”
“Please, it’s for my father. He’s eight hundred and twelve. Ready to go.”
“At eight hundred and twelve I’m sure it’s more then he can afford.”
“How much sir?”
“12,000 jacks. Yep, bugger off.”
At 200 the boy was still young, but already he worried about his own eternity.
The boy returned home empty handed.
“I fear I will live to see a thousand,” said the man, “It is just good that we afforded your mother’s death. She wanted to wait for me, but she was ready to go.”
Author’s Note: Everyone is obsessed with the idea of living forever, but at what point does it become too much?