The slog was fairly gigantic-- thirty feet tall and able to peer at us weak humans over buildings and trees. Certainly, it wasn't as big as monsters in the movies, but it was real. That's what mattered to us.
He was tall and slender-- a shiny silvery metal skin covered his truly organic frame. He had four legs and was articulated and flexible. The shambling tower stepped over trees and across valleys. He hurt no one unless provoked.
No one knows whence he came, but, despite the love of children, the life of a slog is undoubtedly lonely indeed.
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99 Words is a pet project I started in 2011 when at college. The idea was that I didn't have time for writing, but still had passing fancies, visions, plot ideas, and the like. Instead of tossing them to the wayside, I came up with a plan to turn those notes into little chunkules of text, each 99 words long. This is section is still updated.