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The Dust Devil

Submitted to Contest #88

 “Your majesty, must you know that the greatest trick the Devil pulled was convincing the world there was only one of him.” The creature with the grey cape said as he looked at the furious king with his most scornful of smiles, and the blood flowing out of his lips would do nothing to impede his grin from reaching his pointy ears, nor would the axe taunting his life and kissing his hairy neck. It was but this sentence that stirred a revolution within the confines of a once dormant community under an illusion of peace, a clique of pu...

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Viva la Revolution

Submitted to Contest #88

“How does a kingdom run, with their mighty ruler gone?” Our revolution started off very small, with only me and five others who were brave enough to speak out against this tyrant.  My name is Azarin Frioster and I started the revolution against King Giakja. We started in the deep grain fields which we sat in trying to hide ourselves from the world and any soldier who could hear us. At this point in the gigantic timeline, any person who dared to speak out got taken away and nobody knew what happened to them after. My friend Nesta h...

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The Land I Come From

Submitted to Contest #88

The land I come from is beautiful. Lyra is filled with lush meadows and clear streams, delicate spires crowning castles and the elegant sweep of ballgowns.The land I come from is beautiful, the way a drop of shimmering poison is beautiful.Because atop the lush meadows are murders hidden by the darkness of the sun's sleep and muffled by the giggling streams. Because staining the delicate spires is dark blood, and the elegant sweep of ballgowns merely disguise the venomous exchanges and thoughts.I could not stand it any longer. I knew, even fr...

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Family or freedom

Submitted to Contest #88

"Eliana open the door." I open the door to see my friend who is a princess like me but she wasn't planning on escaping this life I called hell. It wasn't easy to wear dresses that weighed a ton just for the pictures plus a tiara over my head which always gets stuck in my hair. I see Bianca getting ready for the ceremony. How fun was it going to be to stand on the stage and smile at people which I don't even know off. "Eliana you are going to be late for the ceremony and I don't want your Mum yelling at us." I sigh and I grab my dress whic...

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Lady of the Lake, the Princess, and the Offer

Submitted to Contest #88

 “Do you ever get tired of being in the lake?” I asked. I heard the sadness in my heart leak out in my voice.  Deep waters she existed in swam through her eyes, unreadable and mysterious. Instant regret added to my despair, asking such a stupid thing, losing sight of who sat in front of me. A spell cast a thousand years before bound her to the lake, some part of her body always connected to the water. Yet she existed uncomplaining, forever keeping the lake’s treasures and secrets safe. By what trick of the gods was I chosen by...

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The COVID Psycho Girl

Submitted to Contest #88

It was the most unordinary thing to me, everyone just walking around the shops without a mask! They were walking around, care-free with the brightest smiles on their faces. I felt like an alien. Why on earth is everyone not wearing masks while we are having a crisis? People stared at me like I was from another planet, but in reality it felt like they were the outsiders. Actually, people weren’t specifically staring at me, they were staring at my bracelet. Thinking very deep into my mind, trying to dig through the oldest of memories to find w...

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Ready to Stand

Submitted to Contest #88

I was never very popular growing up. You'd think I would be. My family was rich. My dad owned an aerospace engineering and technology conglomerate. "The King of California" they called him. He was worth over a trillion dollars by the time he was thirty. And yet, nothing about his net worth could do anything to help my genetic disorder—my special sauce, as he always called it—a funny little walk I have caused by weakened muscles in my legs. I was born that way. It's been a part of me for as long as I remember, so I never thought I was weird u...

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Making a deep sacrifice

Submitted to Contest #88

     Music is heard…… In a room near the living room, close to the store room but demarcated with a wall. Its melody was peaceful but it sounded more like a sorrowful song. Its harmony expresses pain more and were in its best accord. She played the piano so well; she closed her eyes trying to concentrate in her world of melody. She’s a kind of person that tries her possible best to express her feelings through her song. Then…. “Elisa! Come downstairs now!” “I’m coming Aunt Felicia” Her steps were more pleasing and ge...

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The Truth in DownTown

Submitted to Contest #88

My name is Delilah Bloom, and this is a story that should serve as a lesson to you all about lying. It’s something that you should under no circumstances do.I had a very ordinary life in DownTown. I helped my dad, Oliver Bloom, making bread and baking for his bakery, and I was in charge of delivering every day the king’s special bread order. I knew King Jeffrey and his son, Dylan very well, but I never liked him. He was always lying and stealing and was an unpleasant person. I used to have very bad luck, I would always trip, drop the bread o...

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THE KING'S HEIR

Submitted to Contest #88

Before he was revered, Mutongo was a farmhand, looking after his family’s sheep. Day in and day out, he would do his duty, not because he liked it, but because his father promised that he would take him hunting one day, and his mother would make him an extra portion of food every now and again. “Have you locked the sheep in?” his mother always asked. “Yes!” he would always answer when asked, after which he would be given his food to eat. One day, he was so hungry that he hurriedly took them back into their pen a bit earlier than usual. He no...

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MUKONYO

Submitted to Contest #88

Run! Run! Run! A pride of lions is coming to devour our cows, sheep and goats! run for your dear lives! shouted Mukonyo! the village fibster. Everyone in the village got into a frenzy, trying to save their domestic animals and their lives from the lions. Women running as fast as their thin legs would carry them and of course carrying their children on their backs and screaming on top of their voice! men trying to force the animals into their stables! it was a total commotion! everyone was on panic mode. Then suddenly Mukonyo falls down laug...

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Changing Tides

Submitted to Contest #88

*Featuring characters from "A Spirit Set on Revenge" and "Escaping the Fool Virus" Kalena sips at her sweet drink. The mix of fruit and rum tingled on her tongue. "You know I could get used to this." Being on this island with Je had softened her a bit. She was still entirely dedicated to her vengeance, but it was nice to put on a bikini, stretch out a chair, and watch the waves with Je lounging next to her. "I'm so pleased you agreed to come away with me," Je says as he leans over to toast her. She clicks her glass against his. "I ca...

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Giving it Up

Submitted to Contest #88

About three years ago we were asked to be prince and princess. We had no option because it had been a family tradition for so long. I thought I would get away with it. Being a princess and a prince is a lot of work. My prince is all I have here that understands me. We both never wanted this life for us as it just isn't for us. I have thought about leaving but I would have to give up my people and the thrown to escape. I have so much respect for them and they will see me as a traitor. Im not happy anymore, said Princess Ruby.I have decided to...

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The Star of the Priestess in the Land of Pig Farms

Submitted to Contest #88

Twice upon time the forces of evil converged on the tiny hamlet of Gurp-on-Tunib. This particular conflagration of civilization consisted of one tavern, a statue so old and worn nobody could recall whom it honored, a one bedroom hovel belonging to the mayor, the root shack, and five pig farms in the surrounding boggy plains. One could say that its relative strategic and economic importance to the realm at large was somewhere above nonexistent but below measly. The first instance of evil descending on the poor folk here was three ge...

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The Conductor's Intent

Submitted to Contest #88

Note: This is an older piece, but I didn’t have the energy to spin a new one this week. Feedback is appreciated, and please pardon this one for not being as up to par. It very loosely fits the prompt. [Please listen to Opening, by Craig Armstrong while reading] It had just been this quiet, low melody following her. Through the market, through the alleys, along the canal, everywhere. It drove her mad, and just like anything else, she wouldn’t stop until she found the source, traipsing all around the foreign town, listening. She felt lik...

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