General

The ogre was the colour of grass cut and left to die in the sun for two days. Even sitting, as he was, Eddie could tell he was as big as any he'd ever seen. His forehead took on the usual look of thick bone under leather, the scars over the top raised from being ripped open over and over. The low rattle told of his breathing and the early summer breeze brought the odour of rancid meat.

General

Pablo brought his body in close to the tree, letting his form melt into it, praying that the twilight would hide him. Most ogres had poor vision, relying on motion and their sense of smell. From the heaviness of the footfalls Pablo knew the it was large, every movement giving away its position, cracking branches and sending rocks rolling down the embankment.

General

The ogre was three times as broad as even an olympic wrestler would be, with clearly defined muscles that bulged under the thick green skin. Indeed, the skin was more akin to armour than anything you'd see on a human. It was hunched at the shoulders and peered toward me with protuberant brown eyes. As it sniffed the air it began to drool. Huge dribbles of thick saliva rolled to the tips of the tusks that over hung it's rubbery lips and onto the forest floor. It knew I was there in the shadows, it's nose was telling it so. An ogre can run as fast as a horse and climb like a bear, but they can't stand the sunlight and that was my only hope.

By danny, November 2, 2013.
General

Square toes, square fingers, square neck and a square head. The ogre was the colour of snot and had dull grey eyes, which were also the only non-hairy part of him. At four feet he was considered tall by his peers. Evolution had given him a keen sense of smell but his own putrid odour was undetectable to him, it was just a background smell his brain had filtered out a long time ago. He didn't like music, he didn't dance and there was no concept of kindness or mercy in his mind. Like all ogres he was less murderful to his own kind, unless they wanted a piece of his territory, then it was an all out battle to the death. For any other creature, be it a deer or a human, it was slain and spit roasted.

By robertgreen, October 19, 2014.