Errol suddenly noticed the perfect target, a dwarf, all alone at the table that faced the corner.

As Errol snuck up behind the dwarf, he noticed something familiar about him (though there is not much to recognize when you can only see the back of someone's head.

When he got right behind him, he could not believe his luck! The dwarf's pouch was overflowing with gold coins! As he reached out, just about to close his hand over it he felt a sudden jolt of flat metal on the top of his head. Errol fell to the ground and saw the dwarf leaning over his chair holding a tankard.

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Author guidance for This story

This is a fantasy story. As I've noticed, I get easily bored by reading fantasy, and just as bored by writing it.

So, instead I've decided just to keep it farcical, ridiclous and fun. That doesn't mean that it can't be a story, every story needs a plotline to follow, even if it's just a reason to keep being goofy.

Feel free to throw in the narrator's voice, if you feel that the readers have some guidance to be taken from any of this, beyond the moral lesson this story teaches.

Also, and lastly, if you want to add, my preference is that once a branch has been added, not to go off on another one from an earlier chapter, but rather to choose from the last three, so once it's been published, the first part is linear, with only the last authour's three options at the end...oh, when I say published, I mean NYT Bestseller published.

updated Feb 5 '11 by smac972