Dive's 500 Word Challenge

I decided to take on Dive's 500 Word Challenge of the week.

This week's sentence is: "So, you fancy going over the road for a bit of looting and pillage?"

It's titled: Crog and Titus

Crog and Titus were sitting by the fire feeling quite satiated from their dinner of geese and partridge. They were big and strong men – hunters.
This had been a good hunt and they would go back to their village proudly and share their bounty with their families.
All in all they managed to bag six geese, seven swans, two turtle doves and three French hens. That should keep them feed for at least a week before they would need to hunt again.
Crog grunted opening up the front of his loin cloth to accommodate the expanding belly.
“We did good Titus. Our village will be proud of us. We will be hero’s among our people and shall be treated like kings!”
Titus who was Crog’s young apprentice hunter viewed things a bit differently. “I don’t we got enough to sustain our families and we will have to hunt again too soon. This is too tiresome for me.”
Crog scratching his belly looked impatiently over at Titus who was neatly folding his furs, burying the bones, preserving the leftover meat in small tightly closed leather pouches and sweeping up around the fire. “You fuss about too much Titus. Stop sweeping, that is woman’s job.”
“We are cro-magnon and highly evolved. We need to show our future generations that we cared about our lands and stored our foods so it would last longer. Look Crog, I was able to use some scraps of leather to make these wonderful patchwork pouches in which we can carry our bounty better! Aren’t they wonderful?”
Crog burping rolled his eyes and started drifting off to sleep.
As Crog slept, Titus felt the call of nature and wandered off into the nearby bushes to take care of business.
Carefully digging a small hole in the ground, Titus crouched down and concentrated. While admiring the stars up in the sky he heard a sound in the distance. Always the curious one, he finished up and quickly covered up the dung hole with some lovely pine branches and set off to find the sound.
Crossing over a small dirt road Titus saw a small village of people dancing around what looked like a bright fire. There were seven lords a leaping, eight maids a milking, eleven pipers piping, twelve drummers drumming. Titus noticed that it wasn’t just a fire they were dancing around there were 5 golden rings sitting perched up on a small alter with 4 calling birds around them.
Running quickly and quietly back towards their camp, Titus woke Crog up and told him about what he had seen.
“Eight maids a milking and 5 golden rings!? Crog said excitedly! “We will surely be treated as Kings if we bring them back to our village!
“I wouldn’t mind a lord a leaping or two for myself!” exclaimed Titus, we can kill the rest of them the noise is just so irritating”.
“So Crog, "So, you fancy going over the road for a bit of looting and pillage?"

Dive's 500 Word Challenge

Dive over at Small Glass Planet has a challenge he posts every week. He provides a sentence and if you're up for it you write a 500 word essay and the sentence has to be included.

Here is this week's sentence:

"Witchcraft once started, as we all know, is virtually unstoppable."

Here is my entry:

A Witch Named Fred -

In his cubicle Fred sat working on yet another boring report that his troll of a manager had demand he get to her “As soon as possible!”
Everything with her was “As soon as possible.”
Murmuring under his breath and wondering why she can’t print her own damned reports Fred’s thoughts wandered off. It was late October, the leaves were changing colors. Driving to work he saw all of the houses decorated for Halloween. He remembered as a child he wanted to dress up like a witch one year.
“A witch?” his mother shrieked and laughed. “Boys can’t be witches Fred. Don’t be ridiculous. How about Freddy Krueger instead. It suits your name! You can use your brother’s costume from last year. It may be a little big on you but it’s only for one night.”
Fred didn’t want to be Freddy Krueger. Freddy was mean and evil. Witches were cool with their magical powers. Besides his older brother Thomas was disgusting. Overweight and lazy and a mouth breather. They shared the same room since they were babies and Fred knew the reason he was tired all of the time was because Thomas snored and farted in his sleep constantly.
“Actually Mother, boys CAN be witches, although they are called Warlocks.” Freddy answered his mother impassively.
That was the last year Fred went out Trick or Treating. The Freddy Krueger mask smelled like rotten eggs and it was stained with chocolate and god knows what else. He was horrified. If he couldn’t be a Warlock for Halloween he wouldn’t go out at all.
“One day…I’ll be at witch and you’ll all be sorry” he cried into his pillow as he fell asleep that All Hallows Eve.
“Necromancer! Necromancer! Where is that damned report. I needed it yesterday!” his boss screeched from the other side of the room.
Fred snapped out of his day dream.
She was only about 4’9” tall and you could barely make out the top of her head over the cubicles as she was roaming around the office.
“I’m sending it to you now.” Replied Fred not even trying to disguise the annoyance in his voice.
“Sending it? Sending it how? I need that report printed and on my desk. I have a meeting that I am supposed to be at 5 minutes ago…I need it NOW!”
Fred felt a growing burning inside him. He stood up, aimed his #2 pencil at his boss and shouted: “I wish you would just shut up and print your own damn reports you little troll!”
“Ugh! Do I have to do EVERYTHING around here myself” sighed his boss and went to her computer and actually printed the report and left to go to the meeting.
Was it him or did her nose seem to grow a bit bigger and her ears a little pointier?
He sat down, shaking…but grinned.
This felt good, very good!
"Witchcraft once started, as we all know, is virtually unstoppable."