Gordok: A Narrative Fiction

he said, 'No more! I should have roared you down when first you told me your suspicion. But I

I ran back up the hill to our camp, trying to move quickly without wasting too much energy, took my inhaler, and rushed back down the hill. Soon, it was time for the race to start. The officials gave an overview of information about the race and how it would start. The official behind us blew a long whistle. We stood, motionless, just waiting for that starting gunshot. Pow! The race was off. I sprinted out of the pack. I tried to find a good pace and settle in. We ran up a few hills, and then we made it to the first entrance to the creek. Unintelligently, I didn’t slow down very much going into the creek. Because I didn’t slow down, I splashed into the creek with a belly flop, almost submerging my whole body underwater. I got up quickly, then began to climb up the mud wall. I clawed at that wall like it was my enemy. I avoided the rope, even though it actually wasn’t that busy at the moment. I was too focused to switch strategies. We continued to run on, passing many fans, their cheers a chaotic blur. We passed through the second part of the creek, which was not nearly as deep. It was only about mid-shin to knee level, so I made my way through just fine. We ran all over the vineyard. I wasn’t feeling too awful. I was just caught up in the thrill of the race! We made it to the cornfields, and there were lots of small hills. I ran through them staring at the ground, and I kept seeing the same pair of shoes. For some strange reason, I kept staring at those shoes. People do crazy things when they run, you could say! Anyways, I passed the person wearing those shoes. We ran away from the corn fields and under a bridge. I was coming closer and closer to the finish. I was struggling to continue, but I would not quit! I pushed through the pain, but by the end of the race, I was just done. I saw the final hill in front of me. It was one of the biggest hills on the course, if not the biggest, and it was definitely the most difficult after

“It seems that we need to head in this direction.” The knight added. Zerdek just nodded, adjusting his armour piece as they made their way to the location.

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“You want to fight against me,” Apache said with a corrupt laugh, “Didn’t you already figure out before that you are just a complete dead-beat compared to me.”

“Very well, we shall rest here. The fog will hide us from our enemies.” Legolas said as he immediately noticed the horrendous odor of rotting meat and blood. They sat down and consumed lembas, the waybread of the elves. Gimli began to pull out his pipe, but Legolas opposed him with a raised hand. “The strong smell of Old Toby will alert the orcs of our presence. Gimli then put his pipe away and immediately fell asleep. Legolas, however, stayed up to keep watch. Hours passed by and Legolas had not fatigued yet. Crack! His eyes widened and he turned his head to the back wall of the cave. There was a huge, thick split in the wall. He crept toward the crease in the wall and felt it with his finger.

He slithered up the muddy slope, slipping on the moss and mud. Canoes parked on the edge of the river. He had never been so scared in his life. He might’ve been climbing to what would eventually become a major injury or possibly death, but in his eyes, it was all worth it. It had been at least a week since he last saw someone besides the group he traveled with. It was a group of 5

The captain turned to me with anger ablaze in his bloodshot eyes. “He’s a terrible troll whose soul is as dark as tar. He has a desire fer power that can’t be quenched, and if he has a mind to, he’ll seize the realm and lord over us like an evil

I inched out from behind the hedge and watched a troll with a contorted face, grab a rat, and bite off its crispy tail.

There are occasions during our lives when we encounter incompatible personalities; unfortunately, that has been my situation since Dina left. As a result, I will be leaving Cintas and return to being a contractor, as I was before I was invited to join the company.

Without another thought I ran straight to the fire outside of the cave Nuri made me my favorite breakfast. “Smoked Deer!!!” I

He quickly grabbed the rock, stood up, and tossed it at one of them. The vicious flesh eater sent out a hideously loud groan, like an vituperative person yelling to fight with them. They slowly cornered them, their disturbing bloody face almost touching Hairy ans Thomas.

“Hey! Pick on someone your own size, Gargantuan!” A voice cried out. The footsteps ceased as I glanced over my shoulder.

rat jumped up at me. I clenched the rat's tail and threw it away from

"Huh. So you 're the human that 's been killing everyone down here." Their voice was rather deep, so I assumed that the skeleton was a male.