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Weekly Contest #367
In a newly built tavern sits a woman slumped over with a pile of mugs near her. The middle age woman holding her ring stares as she ask the one beside her“Will it get easier?”The older woman beside her lowers her drink as she looks at her with sympathy“No,,, but you will live with it:“...I don't want to…”The old woman stood from her chair and patted her back as she left.“It's ok, take your time… but I have to go, you told me yourself before not to stay up late and my liver isn't as strong as before… If you need someone to grieve with, you kn...
Weekly Contest #366
A lone carpenter nursed his ale inside a dusty tavern until another set of footsteps echoed through the room.He turned toward the sound.A man wearing tattered jester's clothes stood at the doorway, relief washing over his face."I... I'm not alone?"The carpenter chuckled."That's my line."The jester blinked before grinning."Hey! I'm the one making jokes here!... I think we'll get along just fine." WEEK 1The Jester joins in the Carpenter by the counter as he smiles with glee for an expectation of someone around.“Hey there, I am a Jester, glad...
Weekly Contest #365
“Ok so we need a cloak to blend in, you be the legs, me be the top, sounds good?”A stout dwarf wearing merchant's clothes instead of a blacksmith's apron.“But… you’re…”The goblin carrying notes and scrolls has been tailing him since they entered the tavern protest.“Hmm??”“Fat… Just plain fat”“Oh me know”“And they don’t like you, if I was the top one, bozz, no one knows”The goblin explains further as the two help each other up on a regular size stool, having the goblin boost the heavy dwarf, and the heavy dwarf pulling him up to the stool bes...
Weekly Contest #363
“So… a mere forge can melt a glacier? Or am I going crazy?”An archer asked the blacksmith as they drank after going on a quest together. Still covered in snow but melts slowly as they draw near the tavern counter.“Hahaha! I don’t think it's possible, like you know how big a glacier is? It take years for something like that to melt a hole through it, and I know, I tested it”The jolly blacksmith answered as he ordered two mugs for them to drink.As the mugs slid down the counter, the archer caught both and handed the other to the blacksmith and...
Weekly Contest #362
“Can I see the sac?”The people in the tavern slightly stole a glance from where they heard it and saw the beefy chef talking to a lean, built man, a bag as big as him, some drippings on the bottom of it, and an odor that you are sure is not from an animal.“Here you go, one flame sac of a mature wyvern”And places the organ, still radiating heat, as big as a wheel, heavy as a calf, on the counter. “... your chef… is he serving us wyvern sac?” a huge muscular orc adventurer asked the tavern keeper, forgetting what they were talking about as the...
Weekly Contest #359
"Would you risk everything for a glimpse?" A worn-out gatekeeper is slumped on his chair by the counter."Yes," the old blind man answered."But what if it takes everything?""Kid, I'm blind," he chuckled.He fixed his raggy clothes as he raised his mug."I'd give everything for a glimpse."“Oh, I am sorry…”The blind man pats the air, trying to find the gatekeeper’s shoulder.“Don’t beat yourself up, I am just glad my mouth wasn’t taken, or I won’t be drinking! Hahaha!” He downed his mug and let a heavy breath out as he called for another one.“Now,...
Weekly Contest #357
"Yeah, being as good as me will only ever be your dream."The Hunter pointed at the whole tavern as the patrons laughed and cheered."All of you. If you think you can best me, come and get me!"His eyes rolled back.Then he collapsed face-first onto the table.The tavern went silent.I sighed."Bowl of water, please."A tavernkeep slid one across the counter as I approached the unconscious Hunter.I pulled him upright before he slid to the floor, then placed one of his hands into the bowl.The Hunter immediately stopped moving.The patrons stared."...W...
Weekly Contest #356
“Do you think they’ll let me send you something… risqué? Kind of letter?”The broad man chuckled as his partner, only reaching his chest, jabbed an elbow into his stomach hard enough to shake the stool beneath them and nearly spill his drink on the tavern floor.“I’ll let everyone read it if you do.”The librarian smirked confidently while the man laughed despite the slight worry creeping into his face.“Hey, take it easy, I was joking!” He laughed again before looking at her more softly. “But will you be okay while I’m away?”“Don’t worry, I can...
Weekly Contest #355
“Remember, betrayal is good if you are doing it,” the huge, hulking man muttered to the grizzly-looking woman walking behind him as they approached the tavern.“Slayer, serve the gold…” He paused.“…Never the throne, Chief.”The Slayer stared ahead numbly. Weeks ago, she had taken a bounty under the same principles, one that still lingered heavier than the gold it paid.The child had not screamed very long, nor had her body moved afterward.As the Chief barged into the tavern, only the staff and two men waited inside.One was an impeccable prince ...
Weekly Contest #354
“Woooo, the door opens by itself!” the man declared, wiggling his fingers like a wizard casting a spell.Beneath his washed cloak, faded red and purple cloth still clung to what remained of an outfit he barely recognized, while his bell-tipped cap had been improvised into a backpack.“Seriously, you got to fix that, ain’t I right, tavernkeep?”He leaned against the scrap statue beside the counter. Its bucket head immediately toppled off.“Hahaha… you really gotta stop losing your head.”The man picked up the bucket, the scribbled smile nearly smu...
Weekly Contest #353
“Words can make peace.” The ambassador held his chalice slightly raised, speaking with quiet confidence. Around the tavern, several of his peers nodded in agreement while others raised their drinks in praise.Suddenly, the main door creaked open, drawing a brief silence from the room. A man stepped inside, covered in a rugged cloak stained with hints of red. “…They start wars too.” The voice came from the cloaked stranger as he slowly approached the ambassador. With each step, a few patrons watched him with a strange hostility they themselve...
Weekly Contest #351
“One mud, please,” she said.“One mud,” the bartender repeated.The man beside her frowned. “You mean a mug?”“No, sir,” she replied.The bartender set the drink before her, and she lifted it and drank. The liquid settled into the cracks along her skin—stone and clay, uneven, fractured, as if worn by time.“…Ah.”The man shifted slightly. “Pardon me, miss. Just making sure.” He took a sip from his drink before adding, “If I may ask… where have you been? You seem to be in rough shape.”She lowered the cup and looked at herself, as if checking for th...
Weekly Contest #350
“I’ve never seen a man take a beating like you,” the rogue said, laughing as he raised his drink. The tavern buzzed with lively patrons in the warmth of the afternoon as he and his party rested.“I mean, I do need to defend you guys, haha!” the large blacksmith laughed, chugging down his drink.“We were never in danger—we were literally in the next room of the dungeon,” the archer replied snarkily.“I just wanted to make sure we were safe on the way back. So, you’re welcome,” the blacksmith joked.“You’re so gullible,” the archer laughed. “I mea...
Weekly Contest #348
-This may contain a kid being terminated, but not in a brutal manner... just a heads up- “You’ve slain a thousand, why remember one? It’s just another score to count!!” The tavern swelled with noise. Mugs slammed, ale spilled, voices rose to match the young mercenary.“I mean, really, if I were to kill that many, why even spare a moment of your time, right?” He bellowed as he leaned far back in his chair. “Yeah!” his posse agreed with him as they sloshed their ale around. He noticed a quiet patron on the side, not fawning over him like the ot...
Weekly Contest #347
"How many cups does it take to drown a man?"The stranger asks the man with an empty cup and a missing leg"Bartender, one for me."Requested by the stranger, and as it slid his way, the man took it and, without a word, drank it down"Make it two."As the stranger added, the man finally drunkenly muttered"Why do you care? Hic-"Sighed and replied"You know, sometimes it's easy to let it out with a stranger." He spoke after sipping, and silence greeted them after “...” As you hear the alcohol from his mouth, he muttered, “Listen up, as I won't repea...
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