Night hunters

Darkness. No one is in the kitchen, except us. We can see a plate with four big chicken's bones. There are a few rice grains around them.

We are waiting the signal from the scout next to the delicious treasure. He tracks all the remains of the food. Check everywhere. No humans around. He makes the signal to us.

The old general, who have done this mission since I was a little grub, takes a step forward. It is another routine procedure for him.

- Quickly! Eat all you can! Go! go! go!-

We run as fast as we can. I am one of the fastest thanks to the incredible smell of the treasure. I am the first who conquer the biggest chicken's bone and I start to eat. It is even more delicious that I thought.

- Something is wrong...- says the scout next to me, but I don't pay attention to him, neither my brothers and sisters. Everybody is enjoining the fest.

But suddenly, the lights are on. We are discovered by the humans, I'm frozen over the bone.

- RUUUUUUN!- screams the general.

Everybody is running in every direction, but I'm stood still, the sound of hits by the human disoriented me. I have no clue where to run.

BOOM! The hit is next to me. The scout is death above the human's hand, I can see him bleeding, I can heard him screaming and I can do nothing.

The human's hand is coming for me this time, and I just wait for the hit.

- MOOOOOVE, ROOCKIE! - the general runs to me and push me away. I'm falling down from the bone's top and I can see how the human left nothing of the general.

There's no time for tears. I must escape. I return to the gate in the wall.

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A distant voice is coming from the bedroom.

- Honey! What's going on in the kitchen? - says a lady.

- Everything is all right!- answers the man, cleaning his hands -Damn roaches! -

Owl, tiger and bear (an introduction)

Concept Art from The Tripatorium

Nancy was serving three beers and a soda. It was a usually day in her Summer job. The hottest maybe.

"Here we go your drinks, gentlemen. Enjoy", smiles Nancy.

"Danke!" answers the customers at the same time.

Nancy smiles once again and goes to the next table, reclenty leave it by another group of tourists. It was an awesome beach bar, but the sand and the wind makes an uncomfortable combination, so Nancy has to clean often every table.

"Hey Nancy", says a big muscle surfer. His name is Rongo.

"Take out your wet body from my bar's floor, Roni", says Nancy, pushing the big surfer guy.

"Come on, don't call me Roni", says the surfer stepping back a few steps next to his board in the sand.

"You like to be call Roni"

"When I was 11 years old. We are not children anymore", and the big guy winking an eye to the waitress.

An old man walks next to the bar, escorting by two elegant gentlemen. The old man has his clothes full of dirt, mudd and rests of grass.

"Why the sensei doesn't say hello to us?", says Rongo.

Nancy takes a look to the strangers and the sensei going to the parking lot near the beach.

"Let me figure it out", Nancy runs to the gentlemen.

"Excuse me, excuse me...", the three guys stop. "Are you going to pay the debt finally, you old man?"

"I wish to pay, but I need more money", the sensei replies.

"Please, lady, back off, eh?", one of the gentleman goes near Nancy.

"Of course", Nancy takes a few steps back and then she reacts with her knee straight to the guy's balls.

The other gentleman kicks her, but his leg is trapped by the sensei, who breaks it.

Rongo shows up in a red jeep.

"Let's move, people!"

Nancy and the sensei goes in the car, leaving the two elegant gentlemen in the floor. Rongo drives trough the sand straight to a big mountain in the end of the beach.

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Originally published in TheWritePractice.com

Thiago Kubiak on a mission

El baile de máscaras. Ilustración para WARHAMMER FANTASY RPG: Edge of Night

Thiago is drinking a a glass of water in a corner, watching all the people surrounded him.

He smiles ocassionally, and when pretty ladies reach to him, he just answers in monosyllables. His full atention is in the golden chains, diamond tiaras and colorful jewel rings used by men and women.

"Hey you... are you the guardian of this corner?" says a green eyes brunette, with a cup of wine in her left hand.

"Hello, miss...?" Thiago answers.

"Miss Klaychewaskim... my pleasure" the brunette extends her right hand. No ring, no chain, no nothing.

"Hello... Miss... It's a pleasure, in deed".

"So... what's the name of the guardian?" says Klaychewaskim.

But Thiago does not answer. His eyes are trapped in a blue gem necklace of a tall blonde lady.

"Hello?", Miss Klaycheswakim insists.

"Oh... right... I'm sorry... my name is Joseph Perez", says Thiago and he drinks the entire glass of water. "I'm sorry, I have to go".

He walks away from the corner, leaving Miss Klaycheswakim with a hard look at him. Thiago is in the beautiful blonde direction. She is standing alone next to the bar.

"Excuse me, my name is Kirk Sanchez, and I would like to know if you dance with me?", says Thiago with his biggest smile.

The blonde looks at him and smile back.

"Sorry. No ingles", she replies.

"Hmmm... Russian?", he insists.

"No, no, no... soy latina. Spanish! Español!", she laughs and starts a fast busload of words in Spanish.

Thiago barely nods, and keep smiling.

"Sí... sí..." he says to all the words that she is saying. He turns around and see two men back to back. He looks at the latina and she is explaying something about a car crash (maybe), her attention is more on her story than in Thiago.

Thiago take a step back, take the butt of one of the man and goes back in front of the blonde.

The man turns and look to the other.

"What do you think are you doing?" and hits the guy. The other man doesn't know whats going on, so kicks back. All the people gather around the fighters.

Even the blonde walks to the center of the circle to see what is going on.

The fighters are separate by a bunch of people. The latina laughs about the incident, then check her neck.

The necklace is gone... also Thiago.

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This is an exercise I posted in "The Writer's practice".