Friday, March 27, 2015

Friday Fiction: 100 words about Gorg Trollheim

This week, instead of a theme, the Wendig Challenge was to write a story in 100 words. I thought about writing my typical 1000-word flash as well, but frankly I could use the break. So here...in 100 words (including the title), where Gorg started.


The Origin of Gorg


There was nothing more to be done for them. Gorg turned his back on the stone lumps that once were his kin, and walked heavily (for a living-stone troll can only walk heavily) from the valley that was his home. Somewhere out there was a wizard who must pay. And somewhere beyond that wizard was the man who had bought him. Two thoughts were enough for a troll mind, enough to set Gorg Trollheim on a quest that must end in the destruction of Duke Bale the Artichoke-Hearted—or in the conversion of Gorg to granite.

©Rebecca M. Douglass, 2015

Badands National Park, South Dakota

6 comments:

  1. Aww, Gorg <3 And just where did you see that rock formation? Is that nests for the birds? Swallow types?

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    1. The photo is from Badlands National Park in South Dakota. Yes, those are swallow nests (of some sort). Oddly, no one else in the family noticed the face until they saw my photo.

      So now I have the opening for Gorg's book...

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    1. Thanks! Gorg stumbled into a story last year, and I totally love him :)

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  3. Great face, I love how people come across things like this

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    1. Since Gorg entered my life, I actively look for things like this (which predates him). But this is far the best face I've ever seen, with the birds giving the eyes life!

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