I went to sleep the other night with a small sentence fragment rattling around my skull and since then it’s spooled out into a short fantasy story of a little over two thousand words.
The first line reads: “Old Night was prowling the narrow alleys of the City of Towers, and Sergeant Menolli was picking up the pieces.”
I’ll have to see if there are any competitions it can be tweaked for, otherwise I’ll add it to the short story collection I’m compiling to self-publish.
In the meantime, here’s another dice shaming picture I’ve stumbled onto.
I’ll start adding my own ones from the gaming session soon.
