I didn't mean to bite your head off. Really...it's just one of those instincts that giants have. One moment, we'd gotten past the awkward initial exchange of names and occupations. I was truly hoping for more than small talk this time. Then, I have a single fleeting thought about how delicious you look. The next thing I know, well, I guess that you won't be telling me anything more about yourself. I'll never have the chance to ask what being a shoemaker is really like.
Honestly, I'm lonely. I mean, obviously I am, or I wouldn't still be chatting with a decapitated human corpse. The last human who invaded my residence without permission ran off with my golden goose, which devasted the household budget. But I thought you were different...I thought WE were different. That we had a real connection. You hadn't asked me once about any hidden treasures that I might have. I didn't see any suspicious weaponry that might be magic and have potential giant-slaying properties. It truly is a shame. For what it's worth, I sincerely apologize.
Next time I'll have to snack before talking to the human, I suppose.
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Doorways onto Disintegrating Demons, Time-Travel and Volcanos
ContoA miscellaneous collection of various writing prompt responses, 250 words or less, whereby I warp mundane scenarios in bizarre/fantastical ways... Includes disintegrating demons, time-travel mishaps and career-altering volcanic eruptions...
