Into The Ravenous Maw: Judging Finish That Thought #26

Thursday, January 2, 2014

This post comes two days late with the sole reason being to reduce redundancy. I judged the twenty-sixth installment of the Finish That Thought contest. Check out my comments taking the form of five mini literary criticisms.

What is Going on Here?

You have journeyed for twelve days and twelve nights across vales, woods, and fells. Your rations have been reduced to crumbs and you had spent your last few mouthfuls of water to wash out a wound on your chest.

As the sun dips below the horizon you enter into the fabled Temple of Halor. A brick falls, missing your head by inches. Your body stiffens. Your breathing soars to a fever pitch. Out of the corner of your eye you see an inky tendril slash through the stale air. You wake up a moment later, flat on your aching back.

Living ropes coil at your head, spine, and calves. You are weightless for a moment before rolling onto a soft, wet pad: Halor's tongue.

You smile. You have entered...into the ravenous maw. If the archdemon Halor shall ever be slain, it shall be now, by you.

Follow Into the Ravenous Maw to vanquish Halor and save all you know and love.

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Thursday, January 2, 2014

Judging Finish That Thought #26

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