The red box sat on the toadstool tempting as a strawberry. Next to it was its twin, less noticeably brown. Herp The-Not-So-Clever Dwarf pondered this boxy mystery as the woodsy-shadows grew longer. Even his ever-wandering eye stopped wandering; mesmerized.
“What do you suppose is inside?” he asked Derp, his twin brother.
Derp was rear-to-him and busy wrestling a salamander from under a log.
“Whatever you do, don’t open them,” he grunted.
Too late. Herp had vanished into the woods, a flurry of scurrying feet wailing like a siren as the contents of the red box pondered Derp’s behind with glowing eyes.
The above is my entry for the 100-Word-Challenge. The prompt this week was “…the red box…”
To see other entries, and more installments of this saga, go here.
Moribund The Shadow Thing made his way, slithering from shadow to shadow among the clowns in the little room. Their bawdiness was quieted by moonlight to blues and blacks. This was his realm. He grinned.
Moribund The Shadow Thing hovered in the dusty gloom of the attic licking his wounds. They were still raw after the Valentine’s Day Disaster. He draped himself over the rafters like a sullen cob web and swore off females for the 302nd time.
Glenda Gloop, the Under the Sink Thing, rolled her one bulbous eye at Moribund the Shadow Thing. She flutter-lashed and his belly trembled.
Derp and Herp the Dwarfs huddled under the woodpile. Logs pressed on noggins but at least they could talk here. Moribund the Shadow Thing was hunting for them.
