The exercise was to take a piece of dialogue and work it into a story. Somehow, I ended up making it the entire story. Italics indicates the piece of dialogue.
It needs to be further revised, now that I've gotten it back, but here's a wee bit of it:
The fight started because Fat Dan was still eating biscuits and refused to leave the tavern. In all honesty, it wasn't his fault. Fights had a way of happening at the Slug and Manticore and earlier that day he'd had the misfortune to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. For that, he'd been cursed by a crotchety wizard.
The wizard in question, one, Marvo the magnificent, had just been dumped by the sword mistress, love-of-his-life. She'd told him he wasn't tough enough. Never mind that Marvo could nail a pumpkin with a fireball at 40 paces. His sword skills were positively laughable and that was a deal breaker for her.
"Four years Marvo. Four years I've been giving you sword lessons and you haven't learned shit." She'd said, storming off and muttering something about how he never took her seriously.
Like most bipeds, Marvo believed in passing it on. So he did.
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