Two Sentence Tuesday #53

Unnatural dread jolted down Hank’s spine as the ground beneath his feet quaked with reverence for the colossal being who had inexplicably materialized before him. Its vast eyes flared with the light of an ancient sun and, as Hank tearfully met its harsh glare, he recognized the fury of a wrathful god.

Two Sentence Tuesday #31

            The valiant knight, wielding a sword of emerald flame, had stood defiantly before the fury of the vile warlord, who waved his menacing, sanguine blade with an insatiable hunger for devastation. In the space between heartbeats, the dueling nemeses had attacked with a cataclysmic clash that had shaken the very foundations of the earth.