[ OT ] Writing Workshop # 23 : Natural Dialogue

> My first submission to writing prompts.: P 
 
 Drip, drip. Drip, drip-drip. Drip. It started to get on her sensitive, tired nerves. Level 14 had plenty of monsters she had no desire to attract, and the random patter on the cold stone floor of the cave echoed all over, alerting them to a female presence. Was it miraculous that death had not arrived yet? Watery magic had spilled all over and most creatures seemed more preoccupied with licking it off than staging an attack. Monsters on drugs were less threatening than sober ones, but still scary. 
 
 The purplish, luminescent glow on the fingertips started to fade, and menacing darkness embraced her soon to be corpse. A shudder made its way across skin, and she faintly reached for the torch. Swiftly it reached the ground, shattering into pieces, and all because magical fingertips were slippery and not really of much help to people in these situations. 
 
 “ Damn, ” Ryan muttered. “ There ’ ll be no free pizza for me this time. ” 
 
 Snarls filled the air, causing a strong, desperate urge to run as fast and as hard as possible. But a struggle was unrealistic in pitch black darkness with those heavy lead shoes, and she reconciled with death as a tear ran down an eye. Braced and ready. 
 
 Death was a relief.
