Grass clippings swirling
on spring breezes, hypnotic as
man's pomposity
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Matthew J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
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Throne of the Beast
“Lock and load.” Knight One’s command echoed through his helmet, drowning out the helo’s thumping engines. Knight Two sat across from him, his mechanical gloves thumbing the safety on his oversized auto shotgun clad in etched black metal. Knight Four scoffed silently, his face obscured by the jet-black helmet. An uncivilized weapon for an uncivilized man. There are already enough of those in this godless world. Two always seemed unsettling, like a big frothing dog in a constant internal struggle of, “Should I bite or hump my master?” It was no wonder Callsign General loved Two, even if Callsign Archbishop barely tolerated him. One was the Archbishop's girl.
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Comments (7)
Ha! I agree with DK, time to do some yard work today. If this heat keeps up, shits all going to turn brown anyway, lol. No sprinkler system.
Some nice words to stimulate the imagination
Terrific!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
Interesting and delicious content, keep posting more now
So much said in so few words!✅
This pops! The image choice of a peacock was a nice touch! Also reminded me that I need to cut my grass…
This has a delightful sting! Well done, pal!