Battle

Another 55-word story!

 

The beast stomped closer as Michael cowered in a small room. Where was his sword? His men?

 

Gone.

 

Soon the monster would be upon him. Michael scanned the room for a weapon, but the rubble covered everything.

 

Doomed.

 

The door swung open, and the creature roared, "WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT CLEANING YOUR ROOM?"

 

 

 

Reviews

[No one]

Haha, reminds me of Calvin and Hobbes.

[Cylis Derrens]

Here I was at the beginning going: wait...the Archangel Michael would never run or be in terror of a warrior, but then I see it's a kid pretending and I smile. Cute and a little funny. It's definitely an example of short and sweet. :)

[Lady Alyria]

Haha, that was cute. I liked it.

[Jessica L Auster]

Haha I loved the ending. I miss the moments of childhood when situations like pretending your mother is the dragon, and just playing with yourself...making up imaginary games was fun. Good write!

[Tony]

Good stuff, that. Hilarious.

[Flow]

LOL... Oh I love the ending. I thought Michael had a army of men and the monster was a dragon or something. Excellent twist and reviel loved the ending!

[Doug]

hahaha... that's a great one. Childhood at it's best right there. Those days disappear far too fast.