"Dirty Mouth"
By Bob Conder
The grass was our playground and could be any world we desired, however that afternoon in the sweltering heat, it was a battle field. Me and my forces, good men and women fighting against immeasurable odds waiting for the battle cries to ring out. I remember the look in their faces as they witnessed the hordes coming towards us, for not only the sheer numbers but also their physical size, all of them were a foot taller and not afraid of our meager army.
As a precaution we had stationed our troops behind large piles of dung, which would later be used to bring life to the valley, to add the needed nutrients bleach out from years of neglect. These mounds helped disguise our numbers and give a false sense of hope to those who would die this day.
As the sweat dripped from my sunburnt face and stung my eyes I did not flinch, I could not move, for to do so would give away our position. Then she appeared, the Evil Queen strolling into our valley head held high smug and arrogant.
I could wait no longer. I armed myself with the only weapon available, hard dried dung chips. As I rose preparing for the assault, my life as short as it had been did not flow before my eyes. Today I would live and fight again.
The first chip hit her in the back, no injury just a quick twist to see where the attack came from. The second missed its target but infuriated the Queen. I had known her rage before, but this is my field and my people and we shall rid the world of Evil and the minions that follow her wishes.
As I laughed she retaliated, in rapid succession. The first missed by a mile and hit nothing but, the relief was so great I began to laugh harder. She could be defeated! Then the second chip flew through the air, I know it was fast but I saw it in slow motion and there was nothing I could do.
My cheek flexed under the stress, the chip continued to rotate and spun into my mouth. To which I screamed running into the house crying and spitting.
My mother made me gargle with Listerine so much I threw up.
No punishment was given but I knew the Evil Queen would never do that again.
By Bob Conder
The grass was our playground and could be any world we desired, however that afternoon in the sweltering heat, it was a battle field. Me and my forces, good men and women fighting against immeasurable odds waiting for the battle cries to ring out. I remember the look in their faces as they witnessed the hordes coming towards us, for not only the sheer numbers but also their physical size, all of them were a foot taller and not afraid of our meager army.
As a precaution we had stationed our troops behind large piles of dung, which would later be used to bring life to the valley, to add the needed nutrients bleach out from years of neglect. These mounds helped disguise our numbers and give a false sense of hope to those who would die this day.
As the sweat dripped from my sunburnt face and stung my eyes I did not flinch, I could not move, for to do so would give away our position. Then she appeared, the Evil Queen strolling into our valley head held high smug and arrogant.
I could wait no longer. I armed myself with the only weapon available, hard dried dung chips. As I rose preparing for the assault, my life as short as it had been did not flow before my eyes. Today I would live and fight again.
The first chip hit her in the back, no injury just a quick twist to see where the attack came from. The second missed its target but infuriated the Queen. I had known her rage before, but this is my field and my people and we shall rid the world of Evil and the minions that follow her wishes.
As I laughed she retaliated, in rapid succession. The first missed by a mile and hit nothing but, the relief was so great I began to laugh harder. She could be defeated! Then the second chip flew through the air, I know it was fast but I saw it in slow motion and there was nothing I could do.
My cheek flexed under the stress, the chip continued to rotate and spun into my mouth. To which I screamed running into the house crying and spitting.
My mother made me gargle with Listerine so much I threw up.
No punishment was given but I knew the Evil Queen would never do that again.
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