The Night of the Kobolds – Flash Fiction

His kitchen was a hush as all fell asleep,

Stomachs stuffed with cured mead, bread, and meat.

The feast flung songs up high to the heavens,

Now a faint dripping sound was all that could be found.

Drip, drop, drip, not all were asleep,

Drip, drop, drip, not a sink did he keep,

Yet drip, drop, drip, sang the liquid with the ground,

Then a slosh and a spat, something wet moved around.

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Drip, drop, drip went the rag as it flipped,

Wiping and lapping up the spills like a whip.

Slosh, pop, slosh, the mop made a dive,

With a vigor it glided as if it were alive.

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For the night was the time the kobolds came alive,

Those hunched over ugly little creatures of the mines.

With faces like shriveled up old coats; not mink,

And skin hard as stone and red as brick.

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The End

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Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

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Hey love. So I decided to change the tone a bit this time and share something from my Work in Progress. I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of Kobolds?

They’re a strange little fascinating sprite-like creature not quite unlike the brownie. You know, those tiny little magical creatures that are invisible to the human eye and for whatever reason do random house chores for a bowl of milk or cream?

Those ones...

The kobold is sort of like that, only it’s horribly ugly, hunched over, and somewhat resembles a lizard, or is it a rat, sometimes both… hahaha. I really love fantasy, it’s fun to mess up with readers’ minds.

Imagination is the truest form of magic. Don’t you agree?

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