It is not too often that I write fiction, but something recently inspired me to write the following. Please leave comments (positive and negative are welcome) as I thoroughly enjoy criticism. Anyway, without further adieu:
A young, overconfident, man approached the Law, which was staunchly guarded by a towering gatekeeper whose fractured gray skin seemed barely able to hold in his protruding masses. A war hammer was tightly grasped in both of his claws with the pointed edge near his face in a defensive manner.
“I want to see the Law,” the young man proclaimed in a louder than normal voice.
The gatekeeper slammed the flat head of the hammer down onto the ground, shaking the crust of the earth while forcing the young man to stumble as though loosing his balance in an awkwardly unfamiliar dance. “What business do you have with the Law?” he inquired in a piercing, booming voice.
“Well,” the boy replied, quite simply, “I think that every man should have equal access to the Law.”
The gatekeeper stepped to the side revealing a stone barricade that stretched to the horizon in both directions. A stone slab, which was covered in vines, moved slowly to the left to reveal a narrow passageway. The boy peered inside, his smirk disappearing, as he realized that everything inside was cast in shadows.
“I am only the first protector,” the gatekeeper proclaimed, “and you may pass if you wish, but the more consumed you become with your journey, the more powerful the gatekeepers become. The third is so powerful that even the sight of him would obliterate me.”