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Friday, March 15, 2013
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Tuesday Tales - Sleep
This week's Tuesday's Tales is a picture prompt. Writers are to use the two pictures above to inspire a 300 words story. Mine is below. It's a dark fantasy. To read the other fine entries, go to the Tuesdays Tales web site.
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SLEEP
By Elizabeth Black
Genre: Dark Fantasy
Princess Zinnia had fled her village a week earlier, seeking
the magical kingdom through the iron gate - the kingdom that held the secret to
the curse than had kept her townspeople awake for thirty nights. Fatigue drove men
to battle each other, draw blood, and kill. Women wrecked their homes in
exhausted vexation. Children, weary from lack of sleep, banged their heads
against walls in frustration and physical pain.
The princess ran through the forest. Dead brush scratched
her legs with each step. Leaves had fallen to the brown grass. Bare branches
reached for the sky, praying for rain that never came. As she ran, she spied a
lone crocus peaking through the dead earth. Then, a second crocus. Green blades
pushed past dried brown until the forest floor was a carpet of fragrant grass. Bare
tree branches gave way to green leaves and pink blossoms. Excited, she knew she
approached the magical kingdom and the sorceress within.
She ran past a gate and stumbled upon a courtyard. Villagers
slept where they fell, some covered with dust. Chickens slept in coops and horses
dozed. As she entered the courtyard, villagers stirred, awakening as if from a long
sleep.
Zinnia stood before a woman who faced away from her, hands balled
into fists.
The sorceress.
"Please help me. My village..."
"I know of your plight. I have waited for you to come
and lift my curse."
Confused, Zinnia watched as the sorceress turned to face
her. Zinnia stared into her own face, marred with loathing. The villagers
surrounded her, pitchforks in hand. The sorceress extended one hand and touched
Zinnia's face. The princess fell to the earth.
The sorceress walked beyond the gate into the forest in
search of the princess's village. She had a mission to accomplish.
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