This is my answer to the writing challenge.

I heard the Security door shatter as the troll pounded his way through.  Desperately I climbed out onto the fan clinging for dear life.  The troll was obviously frustrated as I could hear him breaking stuff in my office.  I had just reached the center of the fan when I saw him come out the door.  I began to pound on the cotter pin with my flashlight to see how easy it would come out.  On the second hit the pin flew out and a giant iron blade went hurling to the ground.  I almost lost my balance as the giant fan swung and the blade crashed through the marble floor. 

The Troll scratched his head and then he walked over towards the fan I was so dumbfounded I forgot to pound the other cotter pin.  That is when he looked up and saw me.  It wasn’t real frightening until he picked up a bronze banister and hurled it my direction.  The banister connected with the fan and rang like a giant bell.  I began pounding the cotter pin on the next blade but it wouldn’t come out.  He was right there standing underneath me and the cotter pin would not move.  The troll grabbed a second banister and hurled it again it ricocheted off the giant fan but this time it sent both my legs over the edge.  I was hanging on for all I was worth as the incessant vibrations from the banister impact echoed through the fan and through my body.  I shook so bad my pockets emptied.  My wallet, my glasses, my keys and a sandwich all fell to the ground.  The troll picked up my wallet and then he began eating it. I scrambled back onto the fan and began pounding on the cotter pin.  I glanced down and saw the troll sniffing the sandwich he was about to take a bite when the cotter pin finally broke free.  The Blade went hurling down and catching the troll squarely on the armpit as he raised his arm to shield himself sliced him clean in half.  The stench was unbearable as black ooze bubbled from the corpse.

I made my way down from the fan and onto the scaffolding but when I looked over the side most of the corpse was gone.  I scrambled across the scaffolding lowered the ladder and ran to the shattered floor where the troll had stood.  The only thing remaining amongst the bubbling ooze was a moldy Sandwich.

 

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  • Sandra A Flowers on Jun 19, 2009

    Brilliant detail,never a dull moment in the story,love the layout and progession of this, an awesome job!!

  • Duff D Moss on Jun 21, 2009

    When will they ever learn – do not take weapons and devices of torture from museums – fools!!!

    Great response to the challenge dude. I hope you play the next round too.

  • Andrew Davies on Jun 22, 2009

    You made me laugh quite a bit, I loved the bit about wandering around in the armor being caught on the camera.

  • Rod Ferrandino on Jun 22, 2009

    Well, I was going to take our summer campers to the Smithsonian, but now I’m not so sure. Funny,funny,funny.

  • rutherfranc on Jun 22, 2009

    mmmm.. you sure you are the security there or the curator.. you are so knowledgeable of every artifact there…

  • Darla Beck on Jun 23, 2009

    Wow! This is a great story! I enjoyed reading every word of it.

  • BradONeill on Jun 23, 2009

    Thank you guys for reading it I appreciate all your comments.

  • Bo Russo on Jun 23, 2009

    Only got about halfway and was informed to get off the computer,will try to get back to it tonight.

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