Elf Princess
“Oh, crap! I fold you I am a princess, right?” my girlfriend, Mitzy, asked and squeezed my arm.
I grabbed her pale little wrist. "You know normal couples save role play for the bedroom or Halloween, but I guess I'm down for it."
"I'm serious, Jason."
"That's Prince Jason to you!" I said, raising my hand. I didn't get to look at her expression since I was driving, but I'm sure she was smiling.
Love Potion
"May I ask why you think my love potion will save your marriage?" the witch asked, walking behind the counter to face a wall of shelves with different color jars.
"Because I see no other way to get past what happened," Timothy said, looking down at the counter.
Twin Cities
"What is the count at now?" Benny asked, adjusting his top hat.
The other men and one woman said nothing, sitting around the circular oak table. They all stared at Hitchcock, the resident communication leader for the City of Aloran. Hitchcock took a deep breath before pressing the button on his radio.
"City of Bloran. This is City of Aloran. What is your current count?" Hitchcock said and held his breath.
Striker's Promise
The dew of the early morning swept across the field, sparkling from the moonlight. Evan dug his feet into the soft ground, lifting his sword at the ready. His opponent was stoic, unconcerned with Evan’s sword.
“Take this!” Evan yelled, charging his opponent.
Revenge That Isn’t
"Sophie?" King Vantrune said, holding her against the wet soil with his blade at her throat.
"I'm not Sophie you dolt," the woman said, knocking his blade away from her throat.
Pocket Dimension
"How about a game of chess?" Morty asked.
Liz looked around the tight blue fabric world. Light filtered in enough to remind her of a summer evening. She lounged at the base of the pocket that cradled her like a hammock, poking at the stretchy wall next to her. Her blonde hair covered her lint pillow.
"Naw, I think I'm good."
"You have been saying that for three months. Why won't you play with me?"
Truce of Flames
"Lord Verdan, please be reasonable?" Princess Regent asked.
Lord Verdan's piece of steak was almost to his lips. The salty gristle called his name, but turned to char in an instant. His fork glowed red with his anger.
"Reasonable? You made a fire station right outside my Kingdom!" Lord Verdan said, pointing his fork, flinging the burnt meat into his cobblestone castle wall.
"Your fires were getting out of control. I had to protect our forest."