The Beggar Prince_Already Dead_A thought too many_Little things
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The Beggar Prince
“…the beast slammed into my chest, at which point, pay mind, I was incapacitated by a paralyzing hex cast by that devilish witch. But just as the cursed thing was about to sink its teeth into my throat, a great elk leapt from the bushes and charged into the fray. A confused mass — claw and fang, horn and hoof, hair and yours truly — sailewww.onedoor.ccd over the cliff into the water below.” The bearded man sitting across from Yaan, tipped back his mug and slammed it down. His face, full of wrinkles, satisfied at the last gulp of his drink. “I’d have to be daft to believe that story, woman!” He said. “And y...
Already Dead
The power was out. I groaned and slammed my phone into the couch I had been lounging on. It was summer and everyone blasting their ACs probably caused a power outage. I got up from the purple velvet couch and walked out of the living room.“Dad! Can you call the power company!” I yelled into what seemed like an empty house. My words echoed off the walls. The eerie silence sent a tingle through my back.“I’m doing it right now! Go check the electrical box first.” My dad replied. Also yelling.My dad had always said a man had to learn to take proper care of the house. You know. Manly stuff. I never...
A thought too many
Deep in thought and wide in heedI went whithersoever.And I known't where indeedwhere I have let myself proceed.Perhaps not the most clever deed,but not of my endeavour...The blackened trees veiled path unlit.Took both my legs - the stroll.And as we travelled, bit by bit,I fell,felldownahole...I think it quite a fortune that the bottom of this hole was unlike any other I have had the displeasure of discovering. A great many feathers of black and white fashioned a tickling layer of much comfort for anyone nifty enough to fall thereat. And for the surprise of my handiness, I have regained a su...
Little things
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. They had been planning for this day for weeks –no months, maybe even years.Malinda had met Matilda at a Christmas party at a friend’s place. Malinda being the introvert that he was, was head strong on not going to the party that day. He wished to stay home – away from the very many sweaty bodies stuck together in a place with deafening noise and too many people. He preferred being a homebody that evening, cozy and warm. But his dreams of the night shattered as two of his closest friends came for him and practically dragged him there. 10 ...