Scouting was proceeding as normal before we reached the Alps where we were descended upon. There was no army as we had initially thought, but rather a creature of some strange and unimaginable horror up in the mountains slowly moving down. The creature resembled a sinking face, illuminated by light, with a mass of writhing tentacles underneath.
Lucius bravely charged up the mountain to meet the foe and we saw a flash of light shortly after he left camp; Lucius hasn’t been seen since. We have abandoned our position; turn around, the doom of the legions is near.
By Taylor Thompson.
A short piece I wrote for a writing competition where all sentences must end with prepositions and the word count must be 100 words or under.