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Literary Lion – After The Fall

Here is my post for Laura’s fortnightly “Literary Lion” challenge. We get 400 words to write a story relating to a prompt word, which this fortnight is “fall“. Sorry there’s no photo :-(.


Dravik shook his head vigorously.

“No, Crannik! Don’t go out there, it’s dangerous!”

Crannik sighed. He’d heard the stories, told to naughty children right before bedtime. How a rebellious faction of Inlanders had been exiled beyond the Wall. How they were supposedly there still (or at least their descendants, Crannik supposed). All this had happened a long, long time ago, if it had happened at all, and personally Crannik had his doubts about that.

The Fallen – doomed to life in the Beyond, to eke out a wretched existence, to die in misery for their crimes.” That was how the story, and Crannik was convinced it was just a story, ended. There was some evidence that The Fall was in fact real, but Crannik suspected it had been a minor uprising rather than the hideous deeds of a cannibalistic faction.

“Come on, Dravik,” he urged, “it’ll be fun! Think of the adventure!”

Dravik just shook his head and walked away. Crannik laughed and set out, reaching the boundary of Inland in good time. He’d found the hole in the Wall many weeks earlier and quickly slipped through, walking away from the familiar, deep into the Beyond.

He walked for hours and as darkness fell, he made camp. He huddled closer to the fire as unfamiliar sounds came from the forest around him. He was willing to admit, this was pretty creepy. A night bird, insects… a snapping twig… breathing? Crannik leaped up and ran, crashing through the undergrowth, sobbing with fear. He could clearly hear something following him, and now… in front of him! He slid to a halt as a shadowy figure appeared from behind a tree. He fell to the ground, breathless, shaking. The figure came closer, closer…

“Ha!” laughed Dravik. “So you don’t believe in The Fallen, huh? Certainly ran fast enough, didn’t you! I’ve been tracking you all day!”

“You little…” Crannik’s sigh of relief became a gasp of horror as he saw Dravik’s eyes widen in shock. His friend clutched at the metal-tipped shaft protruding from his chest, blood trickling from his mouth. He slumped to the ground.

“You damaged the meat, fool!” snapped a harsh voice from the darkness.

“Be silent!” barked another. “We’ll eat him first, and put the other in the larder!”

Crannik clawed himself to his feet and ran.

 

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  1. Lyn
    September 26, 2015 at 11:52 pm

    Excellent! D-Man at his very best 🙂 You could write a book based on this small snippet.

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    • September 27, 2015 at 7:02 am

      Thanks 🙂 I did think when I started editing that if it were expanded a bit it could be the start of a little book.

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  2. September 27, 2015 at 3:33 am

    Ooo, how gruesome… I liked it! 🙂

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  3. September 27, 2015 at 4:41 am

    Your twists are so well thought out. Happy, happy humorous doom and gore are back again.
    I wonder if he is still running?
    Thank you for the descriptive and twisted story.

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    • September 27, 2015 at 7:10 am

      I think he’s over the mountains and far away by now. Or he’s in the larder. I’m glad you liked it! It’s easier to pop in some gore with 400 words to play with.

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  4. September 27, 2015 at 4:53 pm

    Sometimes, there really IS something nasty in the wood shed. Or the Woodshead.

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  5. September 28, 2015 at 1:54 pm

    Okay, so the myths were true. Better to not check what’s on the other side of that wall. You might become dinner. Well done, Ali. 🙂

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    • September 28, 2015 at 2:47 pm

      He has learnt that the hard way 🙂

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  6. September 29, 2015 at 8:25 pm

    They really should have listened to the stories! Another great story, Ali. I wonder whether Crannik managed to get away…?

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    • September 30, 2015 at 7:24 am

      I wonder that too. Maybe one day I’ll “novelise” it – if expanded this could be the start of a novella, possibly 🙂

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  7. October 6, 2015 at 5:29 pm

    Great twist. It might just be my black soul but I found a little humour in the darkness here 🙂

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    • October 6, 2015 at 7:46 pm

      It’s good to see humour in the darkness 🙂 I guess it almost went “fairytale” with the “larder” comment!

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