Two Sentence Challenge #1

[Kitti]

It is said that brevity is the soul of wit. There is, without a doubt, a time and place for long paragraphs filled with wondrous descriptions. Other times, however, less is more. What can you create from the prompt using only two sentences?

This time, the theme is:

Hostile​

 

[Ravenfrost]

Sir Gregory Vallencourt lifted the cover off the silver breakfast tray that his wife had brought to him, hoping the contents would give him some clue to her present mood. As he stared down at the lone platter of rat tartare decorated with a single sprig of desiccated parsley, only one word sprang to mind...

 

[Greenie]

The look he received from her red eyes was so dark and foreboding; she had no qualms with ripping his throat apart.

So, he too had no qualms when he shot her between those very eyes with a silver bullet.

 

[Dreams_of_Dusk]

Fingers quivered, holding the fist in place by her hip, wanting so badly to strike out that the knuckles had turned white. How dare they threaten something that was her's; bring pain to her household, and yet still not expect her to act?!

 

[ThE_DeAd]

The only things he felt any more during these tyrades was an aching buzz in whichever ear she had chosen and a warm moist wind peppering his cheek with mist. Jonathan gently closed his eyes and sat quietly; intent on riding out the storm out the storm; repeating the only mantra he could ever think of in moments such as these, "She's just sick..."

 

[Vendethiel]

The band of three looked at one another each casting blame to each other, all commonly weighed down heavily by their guilt.
Their King had perished and with him the honor they once shared. Now, all that remained were looks of anger and blame.

 

[DemonioBlanco]

There was the strain of suppressed hate in his heavy breaths, as he looked his brother,
the "golden child",
the "perfect one",
the one responsible for the deaths via treachery of their shared parents,
in his eyes that were blue like his.

Gritting his teeth, Saita spoke to this traitor, his own blood, giving him the reason why the dagger in his hand had not been thrust into his heart: 「てめえに同じようじゃないで。{I am not like you!}」

 

[IntrusivePenDesperateSword]

His eyes stared deep into those of his fellow ruler, but as his were calm, the ones they observed were quite the opposite; their fiery glare twitched with furious hatred, his face was redder than the blood of their soldiers slain on the battlefield. Not that his obvious dealing of blame was properly justified, all the one facing him had done, was to build a few bridges under the mission of his court.

Spoiler

This is a reference to a trick in the deck-building game Dominion in which a combination of King's Court and Brigde allows one to instantly win the game.

 

[LuckycoolHawk9]

The woman had never expected a three year old to be so hostile towards her. But after an ipad, a lego and three books were thrown at her, she realized that she had been warned and there was no escaping the hostile monster until her three hour shift was done.

 

[Starlighter]

Tania's open hand collided with her exe's cheek, the sting wringing down her skin and through his face. She clenched her hand into a fist and slowly stepped back, her eyes wide and burning as she trembled with rage.

 

[Seth Bloodmoon]

He had warned them to leave him be but they had come with hostile intent and could not be reasoned with. Now the walls were painted with a macabre, sanguine mural and their lives had come to a violent end.

 

[noodle]

She stared him down with fire in her eyes and ice in her heart, blade in hand.

He was calm, with embers in his eyes and water in his heart, and he pulled the trigger.

 

[Turtle of Doom]

A growl escaped her lips as they peeled back away from white teeth. "Get the hell out of here," she snarled, her hostility barely contained.

 

[Dahrinn (Groucho)]

She had hoped, for a brief moment, that the strange creature before her would show some sort of clear body language so she could hope to determine what it was thinking.

Unfortunately for her, her wish was swiftly granted when the creature had revealed a set of fearsome mandibles that clicked together with all too clear intent.

 

[PoetLore]

He stared at the board and a slow smile formed on his lips as he moved the Queen to Bishop three and hit the timer, "Check."

The hostile offensive was successful and the opponent flicked over their king with a gentle movement of surrender.

 

[Doctor Jax]

She had never seen unadulterated space out of a port before, and now that she had, she felt a strange cousin of claustrophobia, a fear of too much space, rather than not enough. For out there, in that abyss, she could feel the weight of its callousness, that in this frightening nothing, nobody could save her if something ever went wrong.