6/2/22 The Beast Tamer

 The Beast Tamer

“Silence your beast or I will have him silence you!” the woman shouts at the man, holding a roaring beast.

The man pulls tight on the rope, sealing the beast's mouth shut. “Ha! Have him silence me? I promise I am much more fun than this old beast,” the man flirts with a cheeky smile.

The woman is not amused by his response. “What fool has such disregard, such lack of respect for his animal? This beast could tear you apart, limb by limb, and yet you joke, saying you are better than him?” the woman replies disgusted.

“If you haven’t noticed little lady, I’m the one holding him in restraints, not the other way around,” the man says, with self confidence the size of a mountain. “Who do you think is the better one now?”

“I would still choose the animal,” she replies bluntly, ripping his confidence apart like paper. “Now back to my question. My journey is long and my load is not light. A ways back my horse fell ill and I had to set him free. I am now in need of a new ride to carry me the rest of the way and was wondering if you would sell me your beast, as you clearly care so little for him.”

“No I don’t praise him as you seem to do, but that’s not why I caught him. This fellow is my prize and will surely sell for more than you can offer.”

“To whom will you be selling the beast?” the woman asks, with concern for the animal.

“There is a province not far from here, famed for their circus full of terrifying beasts. Their monster fights are such a show to watch, meaning they are in constant demand for new beasts.”

Enraged for what the man intended for the beast's future, she could not let it happen. “I cannot allow you to do that to this innocent animal.”

“Innocent,” that man laughs, “This beast is a machine of murder and would gladly have you and I for lunch if he could.”

“I know,” the woman quickly kicks the man in the gut, causing him to let go of the restraints. As the beast is freed he charges straight for the man and begins to feast. When he is done with the corpse, the beast turns to the woman, and stares. 

The woman, with no fear, holds out a hand and slowly approaches the animal. It does not move, merely stands and observes the woman's movements. As she reaches the animal, she places a hand on its forehead and closes her eyes. Her hand begins to glow as she reaches into the beast’s mind, forging a deep bond with the animal. She opens her eyes and removes her hand, taking a deep breath.

“Hello there,” she says to the beast with a smile. The beast shows no sort of aggression to the woman. She packs her things onto the animal and climbs on, holding on to his thick brown fur. She resumes her journey with her new companion, leaving the man's torn body lying on the road.


The End

6/2/22

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

8/26/22 Musical Footsteps

  Musical Footsteps One day as he walked, a musical note began to play. With each step a new note, always complimenting the one before. There was no piano, just his stride, creating a beautiful melody for all to hear. He didn’t know why the music played, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. It sounded so familiar to him, but he could never quite place where he had heard it before. When passersby would ask what song it was, he would simply tell them it was the song from his heart. The song never repeated itself, it was one long continuous melody, the never-ending song. He could never predict what it would be like, everyday was a mystery, one he enjoyed solving. As he walked and found the current rhythm of the song, he would time his footsteps as best he could to make it sound nice. That was all the control he had, tempo. Sometimes he would jump in the air, and as he landed two notes came together as a chord. Continuous jumping, although tiring, made the song even better. At firs...
Read more

11/26/22 The Girl in the Horse Painting

  The Girl in the Horse Painting “Oh man have you seen that one painting, the one with the horse, on that blue background.” “Yeah! Oh my gosh that painting is so good. I’m actually looking to get a print of it to hang in my house.” “That would look so good in your living room, or anywhere really.” “I know, it’s such a good painting it could go anywhere really and make the room better!” “Have you ever noticed the girl in the background? I never had until someone pointed it out to me and then I couldn’t stop looking at her.” “There is a girl in the background?” “I know right. I was shocked too, but yeah, there is. When you get that print you’ll have to look for her.” “I guess I will. Wow, that's amazing. I’ve looked at that painting a thousand times and never even noticed the girl. You think the artist intended it to be that way?” “He must have. I’m sure he did it for this very reason, for people to be astounded by the fact they never saw the girl.” “Goes to show ...
Read more

4/24/22 Carried by the Breeze

  Carried by the Breeze She stood in the breeze, arms stretched out wide. “Take me away,” she said, and the wind complied with her request. It picked her up off the earth and carried her through the sky and clouds.  Although a wondrous view passed by below her, she just closed her eyes and floated with the wind. The sight could be replicated but this feeling would never be again. She did nothing but float, feeling the breeze run through her hair, trying to capture it in her hands. Hours went by and she enjoyed every moment, but the chill of the sky began to wear into her, she was ready to go down. The wind however had different plans, it was not ready to let her go. Her assumption of being a friend to the wind changed as she realized she was prisoner to it. Struggling against air, she tried to point herself downwards and break free. Her thoughts were not on the fall, only of wanting to be free.  After fighting and struggling as hard as she could, the air became im...
Read more