Striking against the stone, the hammer fell once more- sending angry red sparks towards Romulus. His eyes were hollows of determination, his herculean physique which never grew tired, burned with fatigue. Sweat trickled down his forehead, his energy levels were rapidly decreasing.
Behind him a silhouette emerged from the veil of darkness, jealousy had grown rife in this town and even the gods succumbed to its malevolence. Rockas’ amorphous body rearranged itself, turning it into a leviathanesque dragon. Pearlescent scales covered his indestructible hide. Hurtling through the air, corrosive acid flew the air dissolving Romulus. All that remained of him was a stone couch…
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Excellent 100 words, Max. I thought you weren’t going to mention the prompt but you sneaked it in at the last moment, well done! The vocabulary you have used has conjured up a fantastic vision, I really admire your writing. A small quibble would be that Romulus who never grew tired became fatigued, I feel that is a bit of a contradiction, perhaps if you had put_ never normally tired??
Well done Max this is a very good story. Excellent use of descriptive language.
Keep up the good work.
Mrs Mitchell 100wc team