So, I totally missed the first challenge, but here's the update for that time period:
|Seems like I talk about books a lot. I like that. :)|
And here is the strange little story I wrote, using the words Laser, lime, goat, and shaman.
*I do realize that this is over 100 words. By quite a bit. Sorry. I was really into Bumped and I was trying to hurry and write this so I could get back to reading it. Oh well. :|
The shaman stood atop the hill, which was not a hill, but actually a large pile of metallic ruins. His robe was not made of any normal sort of fabric, but more of a gray chain link mesh. There he waited, pointing his gun at the rubble, ready for the beast to come forward.
After a moment, the shaman was almost ready to give up, believing that the monster had been crushed by the debris. He lowered his gun, placing a hand over his brow to block the light from the sunlamp, and sighed. He knew that he should wait, that the brute could appear as soon as he left his post. He should stay here and guard his people.
The shaman bent to sit down, though the broken pieces of metal dug into his palms and made it hard for him to be comfortable. But he didn't mind it that much. The sharpness kept him aware. He looked down, to move his hand away from a particularly jagged piece, when he heard it. An awful sound, a screech, erupted from the rubble.
The shaman reached for his gun, ready to shoot. He looked up, aiming, and stopped in shock. The beast was horrible and frightening. It had the hooves of a goat, the eyes of a snake, and the teeth of a shark. It screeched again and the shaman could smell it's breath, which strangely reeked of rotten limes.
The shaman shook his head, shaking away the fear. He remembered his people, his friends and family, that would be hurt if he didn't succeed. Aiming quickly, he fired. The red laser beam shot from his gun and flew to the beast's chest, where his heart would be if the monster had one. It clawed at it's neck, trying to fight away the mysterious pain. Finally, the beast let out one last shrill cry and fell, tumbling to bottom of the rubble.
Sighing a breath of relief, the shaman dropped his gun. He could return to his people. He had won.
Here's my puzzle! See if you can guess what book it's for!
Here's my book sentence!
Anna & The French Kiss ruined Nightshade!
End of the day update: