Banished King
By Daria.Alpaca
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(I used a prompt)
“I was king!” he bellowed, spitting at the girl’s feet. She smiled at him, her eyes sad and full of mischief.
“And I was a god.” He grabbed her wrists, tightly.
“It’s not wise to lie to a king.” he sneered.
“You are a king no longer.”
“And you are no longer a goddess, you mean nothing anymore.You are nothing but a filthy peasant!” He let go of her wrists and let her drop to the floor.
“You are a foolish man. I may no longer live in the clouds or forever, yet I still have every right to use the powers of a goddess and hurting me is something I would not advise for your well being.” Her black hair swayed in the early autumn wind.
“Winter is coming, you will freeze to death. I won’t have to bother with you any longer.” The banished king turned to face the trees that already had started to yellow.
“Save me the pain, and kill me.” she whispered.
“You are right. I am foolish. “ He left the goddess on her knees as he strolled toward the castle that soon will be his death.
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I liked this short piece of
I liked this short piece of prose. Is very interesting and well written. Is good as a stand alone piece which makes me think either side of the prose. I feel you could expand this if you wanted to and make this piece a prompt like I said to expand it in some direction. But is good writing.
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Very clever use of the prompt
Very clever use of the prompt, and some impassioned dialogue in this. I agree with Thornwood about possibly expanding this piece. Welcome to ABCTales Daria - I hope you write more soon!
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