Daisy Torres

“The Art of Deception (Chapter 3) Read now on Amazon's Kindle Vella!!” by Daisy Torres

(I know this says Chapter Two but it's chapter three including the prologue XD Thanks for reading!) ================== Chapter Two Ulysses That day, I saw the castle in a different light. It was normally bustling with activity. The constant movement made it appear as if it were flooded with color amongst the glass banisters and crystal chandeliers. But now that I looked at it—really looked at it—it was cold and dreary. Why is it so empty? I absently picked at a scab on my thumb to get my focus off of the empty room. One q...

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“The Art of Deception (Chapters 1-3) Read now on Amazon's Kindle Vella!!” by Daisy Torres

Prologue It was generally thought that a formal request from the king was a good thing—and for most; it was. —But not in my case. "Take my dear brother into the forest and execute him." His voice rang coldly throughout the metal-walled chamber, but only his closest advisors and guards were there to hear the command. The other guards wouldn't have obeyed. Too bad the other guards weren't there. I refused to flinch as arms hooked around my shoulders, locking my hands behind my back with cuffs that would shock me if ...

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“Chasing the Sea” by Daisy Torres

Submitted to Contest #100

The sea was a perfect reflection of dusk and stars, a painting words could barely describe. Penelope often said the Sea Fae must have painted it just for us--but she didn't say it that evening, so instead, I'll say it looked nice. "Anyone want the last two slices of bread?" I glanced over my shoulder. "Yeah, sure." Standing from my bench, I made my way over to her, my hands jammed in my pockets. "Almost unnerving how still she is today, isn't it?" a sailor asked. I didn't know her name. Penelope shrugged and finished maki...

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“When the Popsicles Melt” by Daisy Torres

Submitted to Contest #100

They escorted my children and I into a room we'd never seen before. The walls were grey and cement, there were no windows, and only a faint glow of the lights above lit the room. "Will someone just explain what's going on?!" I asked for the hundredth time. "Please, we haven't done anything!" "Mommy, please don't be scared," Addison whispered quietly, tightening her hold on my hand. "I'm right here." In any normal situation, I might have laughed. Addison was usually the easiest to frighten of my two children, so that must have said so...

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“Soul Food” by Daisy Torres

Submitted to Contest #100

Mama always hummed during the rush hours.At lunch time, everything was busy, but we were happy for it. I even heard some people say she was the best cook in all of New Orleans.I sat on the floor in the corner of the kitchen, cross-legged and coloring."Yolanda! Yolanda, where you at, child?!"I dropped my colors and jumped to my feet, my dress swishing around my knees. "Over here, Mama! What do ya need me for?!"Mama turned the corner and found me. Her apron was dusted with flour.She grinned. "It's the biggest crowd I ever seen yet! You think y...

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“East of the Sun” by Daisy Torres

Submitted to Contest #99

Golden sunlight dripped from the leaves as we swung through the forest. I was careful not to touch the sticky substance. My tail tightened around a thin branch, which I used for balance as I vaulted myself towards Sphynx. "I can't believe it," he said in his odd language of clicks and whistles. "I can't believe the melting seasons are already here." He shuddered from his position as he hung from the tree. "I've heard about it of course, but I never realised how sad it is to leave home." I pulled myself into a squatting position above h...

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“Hanna” by Daisy Torres

Austria, Germany. Mauthausen Concentration Camp. -1943- Hanna turned the worn, burlap doll over in her leathery hands, tracing the stitched-on eyelashes and the course indentations of the fabric. Her fingers were long and skeletal as she handed the doll to a small girl beside her. The girl wrapped her sandalwood-toned hands around it and held it to her chest. "Elisabeth was never my favorite doll," Hanna began quietly, her voice raspy with hunger, "but she's all I have now. I suppose that makes her a favorite, doesn't it?" The girl s...

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“Footsteps in the Jungle” by Daisy Torres

Submitted to Contest #56

My feet pounded the leaves of the jungle as I ran past the trees."You will regret this!" screamed Naylou. I laughed and scrambled up a tree. Truth be told, a part of me was afraid of her wrath.—But a bigger part enjoyed the feeling of watching her angrily chase after me, her ebony face purple with berry slime."I'll catch you Anaya, and when I do, you'll wish you'd never been born!" she shouted."That is likely true, but first, you must catch me!" My leafy ankle bracelet caught on a branch and snapped. I grimaced but continued to climb th...

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“The Pirate Treasure” by Daisy Torres

Submitted to Contest #56

She wasn't supposed to be there.Her blood felt as if it were humming with that thought as she ducked down into a thick cluster of swaying kelp and watched the Keepers glide past her on their daily watch.Yes, she wasn't supposed to be there, but never before had the selkie felt so alive. She smiled to herself and her dark eyes twinkled from her hiding place.The sea carried her quickly with an invisible caress to the entrance of the forbidden cave, but her excitement didn't stop her from being cautious. She stayed in the smeared, water-tossed ...

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“The Eagles” by Daisy Torres

Submitted to Contest #55

Something good was in the air. Walter didn't know what it was, but he sensed it as he crept out from behind a brick walled house, his feet walking the lines of sun-cast shadows along the base of his home. He felt a thrill of excitement within his chest as he scampered across the neighbor's yard and into Jimmy Hayworth's tree house. His friends were having their weekly meeting that summer day, when the golden waves of sunlight brushed over the trees and homes and glinted off of cars and bikes, and Samuel did not want to miss out on it. ...

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“Wave-Tossed” by Daisy Torres

Submitted to Contest #54

I stared out at a sea that seemed to stretch for an eternity, watching the waves toss and spray foam onto the sandy beach. The waves slowed to a thin, transparent caress over my feet. I curled my toes around the sand and eyed a wave that was beginning to form in the distance. I adjusted my grip on my surfboard and waded out before laying on the board and paddling deeper. Slowly, my board caught the wave, and I cautiously rose, keeping my weight forward on my goofy foot and my knees slightly bent.The action felt so natural, as if I were ...

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“An Accident to Remember” by Daisy Torres

Submitted to Contest #53

Write about a Summer love during Quarantine? I pondered over the thought and eventually decided to write my own story. I hadn't left my house for three weeks because of Quarantine, which was normal. I was a bit of a hermit, and liked it that way. I decided to redo my home one day, which wasn't unusual—I redecorated fairly often out of boredom, and I hated the feeling of sameness that settled over things that were left in the same place for too long—and I was carrying a painting downstairs of my cabin in the woods that I'd only finished last ...

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“Heatwave” by Daisy Torres

Submitted to Contest #53

The day the world ended, I stood in front of the fridge.In my excuse, it was hot—and I don't just mean hot, I mean completely, fully, hot. The kind of hot where dirt sticks to the folds of your skin and the crevices of your wrists and elbows—where tablespoons of sweat poor down your body, starting at your forehead and burning your eyes as it rolls down your back, neck and legs. It was so hot, I heard reports that people's plastic shoes were literally melting to the pavement outside.I embraced the chill from the fridge, but even that slight d...

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“The World Inside the Fairie Clock” by Daisy Torres

Submitted to Contest #53

The woods were cold with winter, and all the fairies had returned to their homes. A log cabin sat very solemnly in the midst of the grey and brown forest, speckled by shadows of leaves, as if it were waiting for a very serious event to take place.  Moss and dying vines had crept into the crevices of the cottage and seemed to loosely frame a particular window. If one was to peer into this window, they would see an old man sitting near a dying fire in his old—likely hand-carved—rocking chair. His hound lay near his feet, burrowed deep...

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“Just Before the Nova” by Daisy Torres

Submitted to Contest #53

Cold. Dark. Deadly.Beautiful.These words were often used to describe space, and the young woman peering out one of the many windows of the space station thought them all fitting. The stars looked down upon her pale, freckled face, and smiled.Nova sighed wistfully as she imagined pocketing a star to bring back to earth. She remembered asking her mother as a child if stars could live in the sea. It only made sense, since both space and sea were such unconquered, amiable foes, and if one ventured down its depths, they looked similar enough...

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