adventure fantasy, Fantasy, fantasy romance, Fiction, Flash, gay romance, LGBT, Love, M/M, microfiction, picture, prompt, prose, Short Fiction, Writing
Men pushed to the snow wastes resented their exile, but those who grew up there, they flourished, rising up to control the heathens, to enforce order, and even, in the darkest of times, to create religion to give the hopeless a last straw to grasp.
His was a harsh one, the Drokonans worshiping the blood-eyed creatures who were believed to live under the drifts, a frosty threat overtaking man, animal and all those between.
A manly picture for viewing pleasure :)
This one just seemed to join with next week’s so I put them together as a two-parter, though I guess they could technically be read separately.
They have that snowy, wintry feeling and since it’s still cold, they seemed fitting.
What would your two line story be?