Ok – so I introduced the Ficlet idea last Friday – and tomorrow will be our first Friday “Five hundred” – so I figured before I asked you guys for your own writing, I should give an example.
This is a 1024 character ficlet written for the Wildfire Riders Ficlet Contest. The rules were to pick a character that is not your own and write on the following prompt (by The Pretentious Bastard, no less): “A Rider is walking through Old Town and is mugged. What happens?”. I immediately had an idea, and then found which of the Riders (actually turned out to be a Rider Associate) fit the idea, and the following ficlet was born.
The night elf that walked down Willum Street was particularly unassuming. Naked to the waist, wearing a leather kilt, a simple quarterstaff slung over his shoulder. It’d been a good evening, and the stars were dimmed by the full lit moon hanging over Stormwind.
The teen-aged street rat that slunk out in front of him, however, hadn’t been so lucky.
“Drop your wallet, elf.”
“Excuse me?” Confusion crept across the usually stoic face.
He pulled out a switchblade – maybe 5 inches long.
“Drop your wallet, bastard. Or I’ll cut you.”
The quarterstaff would’ve sung, were it not for the lack of distance, making a wide and sudden arc into the young man’s left knee. He crumpled. A swift knock upside the head, and he was unconscious.
The night elf walked on.
When the Stormwind Guard showed up at The Pig half an hour or so later, asking for details on the (now apprehended) young pickpocket, the druid, with a perfectly straight face, replied “I hit him with a stick.”
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