The righteous army chased the vampire lords back to their flying castle. They had swept the field, their bravery, and the rising sun, breaking the tides of darkness.
The General, a brilliant peasant woman said to be a saint, climbed an overturned cart and rallied her troops around her.
"Foreward, men! We'll burn them in their coffins! Only then our land will be free!"
A pikeman raised a trembling hand and pointed to the castle, floating hundreds of feet in the air ahead of them.
"How will we reach them, ma'am?"
"Well, fuck. Anybody know how to build a ladder?"
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.