Armor crusted from Dragon's Fire, baked inside. Behold the ire of old Tinder, last of the great Reds, guarding his lair. Paralysis by flame.
This morning's installment of micro fiction Monday is brought to you by me, thanks in no small part to inspiration from Stony River.
14 comments:
Poor Sir Knight is about to crumble by the sound of it! More power to the dragon though! I enjoyed this.
paralysis by flame...nice. yeah no one touch him or he may become a pile...
This one is different. Baked inside!!
excellent one..
This one is different and it is a great one! Baked inside -- I'm sweating already! Have a great week!
Sylvia
Yes we keep him to remind us of the old days.Gone for predicament today. My 140 is here
They sure won't concerned about comfort in those day :) Nice, I liked this!
Excellent take on this. I love the Paralysis by flame. Well done. Happy Monday :)
Excellent take on this. I love the Paralysis by flame. Well done. Happy Monday :)
Flame sounds so much better than rust. Well done!
Poor Old Tinder, Something to remind us not to Mess with Dragons.
Very creative post for this week's picture. I enjoyed reading it.
Baked knight--what a horrible way to go! I hope he was awarded the Purple Heart, albeit posthumously.
Good one, Scott! Pithy post.
Ah, Tinder, what a sad and lonely thing to be alone. But I think the knight had it worse LOL
Beautifully written :o)
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