He was a bad master.
No two ways about it. He did not care for me. Did not think about the condition he kept me in. He did not spare any thought about how the roads he was forcing me on, were damaging me. He was blind to my pain and deaf to my pleas. Luckily, master was also dumb.
He left the satanic book lying around. I made sure to read it. Then one day, we were traveling together, I decided to make use of what I had learnt from the book. A hell-spawn appeared in front of us, dragged my master away, and made quick work of him. The flames emerging from his stomach took his soul straight to hell.
He should have never underestimated his glorious steed…
Word Count: 130
Prompts:
Kira’s Sunday Scribbles Feb 10, 2019
Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Roads
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haha great ending
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Okay, so I’m still trying to decide with the narrator is horse or person, and if horse … obviously magical. Overall, a delightful story. Triple like 🙂
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Thanks so much! 😀
The narrator is a horse, yes! 🙂
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But a magical horse?
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Wow! Vengeance at its best and invisble till it rears its ugly head!👍😀
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