A Little Inspiration

Time to write!

"Names are powerful," Thran Zilfenridge said with all solemnity. "It's not wise to let someone like that know your name."
"But how do you know who can know and who cannot?" asked Belrow. "After all, you know my name. Does that mean you could use my name against me?"
"Yes," Thran replied seriously. "Names imply familiarity. They imply trust. Do you think I'm going to hurt you, Belrow Quillstock?"
The question hung in the air between them.
"No." Belrow said suddenly, shaking his head perhaps a bit too vigorously. "I'm sure you'd never betray the oath you made to Ivlet to protect me."
That unsettling smile pulled at the corner of Thran's mouth. The elf, tall even be elvish standards, stood and checked his sword at his side, but did not reply.
"Well," said Belrow. "Should we get going?"
"Lead the way," Thran replied, gesturing with a sweep of his arm and a slight bow.
Belrow couldn't quite say what is was that tickled his suspicions about Thran Zilfenridge. Thran didn't inspire the chill and the horror that the Cor-Morin had brought, but something about him made Belrow feel like he needed to be continually on his guard. Still, Ivlet trusted him, and if Belrow couldn't trust in Ivlet, well, who could he trust?

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True Fear

Time to write!
Inspired by an actual experience!

I've done a lot of scary things in life, I've been to a lot of scary places, and I've seen a lot of scary things. I've seen things that would make any normal sixteen year old girl refuse to leave home ever again, with the possible exception of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I have been places more gruesome than the Forbidden Forest, and you know, real, at that. I've fought monsters to rival those found in Middle Earth and have somehow lived to tell the tale.
But there is nothing that scares the freak out of me more than going to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
I swear, there is no experience more frightening than using what is basically a public restroom at two in the morning.
Maybe it's just because you're stuck sitting there with your pants down that makes it so scary. Like if something were suddenly to show up, what would you do?
"Um? Excuse me? Could you wait for me to finish this? It's kind of important?"
In my more than limited experience monsters don't normally show that kind of consideration and creeps don't usually have that sort of patience.