Lord Jason picked up the digi-lance and swiftly mounted the blazing electric-blue and black stallion. In a sonorous voice, he shouted across the plain, "You twisted old wizard! You shall pay for your crimes."
So the shining lance of justice leveled and the steed threw his heavy, robotic bulk forward. For the wizard, the deathly roar grew. A cold chill struck him, and a cold smile struck his face.
In a shining instant before the lance struck, the wizard shone white with bright light and transformed into the lovely woman that Lord Jason admired. His hubris won eternal loneliness.
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99 Words is a pet project I started in 2011 when at college. The idea was that I didn't have time for writing, but still had passing fancies, visions, plot ideas, and the like. Instead of tossing them to the wayside, I came up with a plan to turn those notes into little chunkules of text, each 99 words long. This is section is still updated.