Earthquake valley

Foothills at the edge of the desert

Luther had set out on foot after leaving the arena, positing that while that hitching a ride with one of the merchants would be easier and quicker that it would also bring unwanted attention.  After many days and nights in the rocky desert he was beginning to question that decision, arguments for and against causing a schism in his mind.

His nostrils twitched as he caught the mawkish scent of slurry carried on the wind.  Looking up he saw that he was now very close to the hills which marked the edge of the desert, knew that he was approaching farmland, which meant civilisation wasn’t too far off.

Thoughts of stew, bread, ale and a soft bed formed in his mind’s eye; he would also be able to garner information and supplies before moving on to his destination.

Decision made, he continued on his steady march in the shimmering heat.


Inspired by this week’s Monday Mixer, using five of the words listed within the 150 word count requirement: –

Things: 1) slurry 2) schism 3) peculation

Verbs: 1) garner 2) posit 3) swank

Adjectives: 1) mawkish 2) draconian 3) sportive


About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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4 Responses to Reprieve

  1. “mawkish scent of slurry” = divine.

  2. How you build such a picture, in so few words, really excellent.

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