The dwarves sat effort-knotted clenching the gnarled stump between them. Derp hunched, tongue jammed up one toadstooly-nostril with effort. He painted a wobbly line on the robin’s egg.
“Ack! My fingers are too thickish for this dainty-dilly-dalliness,” he huffed. “I don’t like painting eggs. I want to go home!”
Herp leapt to his feet, his bad eye spinning.
“I can help!” he cried.
With a grin as big as summer, he dug around in his pocket and produced a suspiciously large leathery egg.
“I found THIS one in the swamp!”
Derp grinned at the croc’s egg.
“I think you should just keep that prize in yer pocket awhile, Herpy boy.”
This is the latest entry in the 100-Word-Challenge for Adults. This week’s challenge was the second part of two. We were to take the last 10 words of another participant’s story and use it somewhere in our entry for this week. You can see the original challenge here.
If you’d like to see the story I used the last 10 words from, visit How the Cookie Crumbles and read that story here.
To see my other 100-Word-Challenge entries, and more installments of this saga, go here.
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.
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.
Glenda Gloop, the Under the Sink Thing, rolled her one bulbous eye at Moribund the Shadow Thing. She flutter-lashed and his belly trembled.
MoonLightened Way 