Life Isn't Always What It's Cracked Up To Be!

Avatar Author: Robert Quick A no-name, aspiring author who can't stop writing. Looking ahead, he strives for perfection. Shackled by various forms of entertainment, he dreams of success. Most stories here are an invitation to YOU, to join me in cre... Read Bio

Stomper leaned back against a tree causing it to groan in protest. He paid it no mind, most trees were whiners and took much more effort to truly break unless they were young and skinny. He wasn’t in the mood for any tree breaking. Instead he wanted to sit and think, something that usually left him sweaty and frustrated.

A human skull sat next to him, a remnant of fight from a few years ago. Wild animals and insects had picked it clean. He scooped it up and found that it easily fit into the palm of his hand. Rubbing his thumb over the ridges, he followed the contours. There was no sign of the skull’s body.

How did one measure happiness? He liked fighting and loving. He loved to eat. Would any of that change with a new ogress in his life? What if she didn’t like sucking the marrow from bones, or worse, what if she liked it too much? Argh.

He breathed a mournful sigh into the air. Nothing was easy. A sharp cracking sound shot through the air—the skull had shattered inside a fist he didn’t remember making.

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  1. Avatar carolineoo

    Wow, you’re an fantastic author.

  2. Avatar Miz Em

    I so enjoyed this! I didn’t know what to expect from the first sentences, but I like how it developed. You described his feelings and the frustration quite well. I especially loved the " fist he didn’t remember making"!

  3. Avatar gafroel

    I am always excited when I stumble upon your stories! (I swear all the comments just happen)

    I really really loved this piece. The world was established so well—so quickly. The image of what world I was in—with ogres and whining trees—came in full color and I loved it. The story was soft yet it was gruesome.

    You know how to create things RQ and I have my eye on you, you’re a really good fucking writer.

    (I don’t give out 5/5s as usually as you think—you’re just that good)