V
Torundel stared at the writing on the paper. His first attempts at shitposting were not going well.
In the books the heroes of old had nonchalantly shitposted something, sent it by secret messenger, and gone to the theater as if it hadn't been any effort at all.
But shitposting was hard!
He returned to his reading of Sang Utor's merriments, a book that for some reason was much duller than Sang Utor's wretchedness. But he was not reading it for its literary qualities. He read it because it contained samples of the brilliant shitpostings of Sang Utor.
‘Want a hot cup of tjald?’ The girl looked at his papers and books as if they were holy relics. When she realized that he had noticed her curious interest in his work, she shamefacedly mumbled, ‘sorry master. I shouldn't have looked at your shitposting efforts.’
‘Whence have you heard about shitposting?’
She blushed and buried her face in her hands. ‘I… read about it,’ she whispered.
‘O, is that so?’ He giggled. A woman that could read! How absurd! ‘Are you telling me that you can write too?’ he spluttered with laughter.
To his surprise she took the pen from his hand and started writing.
Torundel stared at the writing on the paper.
Torundel the Shitposter! A serial fiction that follow these rules:
211 words - Starting with the word Torundel - First and last sentence are identical.
As I am not a native English speaker please inform me if something is misspelled, wrong or just horrendous English, and I will see if I can fix it.
Earlier episodes:
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
