(I have a couple stories like this thought out. at least three including this one, maybe a fourth if i'm up to it, and it's not inconcievable for a new one to come up given the subject matter. this is mostly for my own entertainment)
A great crowd. People of all walks and races gathered together. Some in pleasant conversation, others in heated arguments, but all happy with their company. The crowd sprawls in all directions, several conversations seem to have grown into their own entities in the great crowd, great open spaces of discussion spiralling wider as more people join the train of thought. But as these patches of activity envelop the crowd, so do great spaces of inactivity. As people turn to the conversations their backs all form new pockets of space, of quiet, and of darkness, unwatched by any in the multitude. It was one of these dark spaces the beast arose from. It was one of many, but they allways seemed to appear alone. It grew up from the ground, swelled in that ignored space until it reached its full height, and then the troll bellowed. All around it turned, astonished, and the troll smiled. With everyone's full attention it roared again. It spewed filth from its mouth all over those before it and with an angry cry attacked the first person it saw. The crowd immediately around it scattered, except a few too stubborn to turn away from it, and a few more too curious to let the scene play out without them. The beast roared louder as the people ran away from it, outraged that they would deny it their attention. It belched more filth at those that tried to stand up to it and lunged to attack another. It never made the attack, the beast hadn't even seen the hammer falling from behind it, only the smug smile on its target as he watched justice served. The great wepon fell and struck the troll. Then the beast was gone, the hammer lifted and order returned. All that remained of the monster was the flaming brand of the hammer, still glowing in the spot it had once stood. b&.
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The things that live in my head.
I have little ideas in my head. Many of them are fed by my overactive imagination and grow and take on a life of their own. Usually they die off after a while, but I'm getting kinda tired of that. Feel free to comment, it builds their character.
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