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The Fool and The Queen
"We shall not leave," the King said. "We have faced baseless assassinations without flinching, we cannot leave here now."
"If only Father had stayed here to sire more children, instead of leaving to live the live of a reclusive madman, we wouldn't have this problem," his sister said. "You could have been replaced on the throne long ago."
"Of course, sister, your thoughts are as wise as always. Your thoughts, Master Fool?"
"Let me compare you to a cunning prey. You are more demure, sardonic, and blonde," the man said, stepping forward and handing the King a drink.  
"Such silliness! Still, we will be successful, sister. I shall not allow anyone to sully our kingdom, which is as beloved as a shooting star." He took a sip of the drink before setting it on the table.  
"You are an unmitigated disaster, brother. You are aware that shooting stars fall?"
"Yes, but our people have no wish to be ungoverned. I see no reason to be afraid of such happening," he said.
"You are as vulnerab
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Literature
A Wordless Book
"Did you hear what happened?"
Eliza looked up from her paper. "No, what happened?"
"You know that book Cleo was always so obsessed with? The one that she was constantly reading, but wouldn't let any of the rest of us look at? It turned out to be nothing but blank pages. Nobody is sure why," Alex leaned over the desk. "Weirdest of all, the person who found it is now obsessed with it too. Have you ever heard of such a thing?"
"What, like some cursed object from King Tut's tomb? Those don't exist," Eliza said.
Alex shrugged. "Maybe those cursed objects don't, but this book does. Who knows what will happen next?"
"What will happen next is you will get off my desk, and I can finish my paper." Eliza shoved her friend back. "And next time, you'll bring me some proof if you want me to believe that."
Alex rolled her eyes. "You and I both know you don't need prove, Eliza. After all, you were the original owner of that book."
"And?"
"Nobody's around right now, doll, we don't need to hide," Alex s
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Literature
It Kept Them Away
"Everyone knows what Lord Harold did," the boy said, looking at his sister. "I'm going to be just like him."
"You can't, Jack," Elizabeth said. "It would kill Mother, and anyways, I don't think you can."
"I could, though." Jack picked up a knife. "We can't just keep waiting like this. They're going to come and they're going to kill us. Lord Harold made them stop, at least for a little while. His body alone... You can see it over there, that's kept them away for weeks."
"You're not Lord Harold!" She grabbed hold of his arm, pulling him closer.
"I could be like him, though."
"No, you can't."
Jack wrenched his arm free. "I'm going, and I'm going to do the same thing."
They did stay away, though nobody knew which one it was because of.
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Literature
Light and Lights
They say that the lights used to be peaceful, before everything.
Grandmother says that her own grandmother lived near the lights at a girl, before the world exploded in lights. Back then, she said, the lights attracted thousands of visitors to see them. They danced in the sky, like peaceful dancers, and the worst that happened was people being kept awake by them.
Then the lights appeared everywhere. They hang in the sky now, overwhelming everything.
No one has problem sleeping now because of light.
The lights don't leave enough time for annoyance instead of fear to keep us awake.
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Hush, Little Birds
"Hey Cindy," the store manager called as she walked in the door. "Were there any problems this morning?"
"No. Everything has been quiet. Two people came in needing dresses altered, but they're simple. I already placed them in the back to do this evening." She looked up from her work. "Do you need me to do anything else?"
"You'll be running the store on your own this afternoon. I have to leave," the manager responded.
"Yes, ma'am. I'll get everything done."
"Remember what happens if you don't," the manager said. "I don't think we need a repeat of that."
"Of course not, ma'am. Everything will be done properly." Cindy picked up the scissors from the counter. "I'll bring the dresses out here to work on."
"Just make sure that your work isn't messy. We wouldn't want any customers to leave."
Cindy nodded, as the manager finally left.
As soon as she was gone, there was laughter in the corner.
"Hush, little birds," said Cindy.
"But she doesn't know who you are," said the birds.
Cindy nodded. "A
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To Him
Summer break began when dad shot the neighbor's gardener.
I hadn't spoken to him in years at that point, but still, I couldn't escape how everyone around here knew what he had done. Even the grocery store clerk commented on it to us, though she stopped when she saw my brother look at the ground.
What was worse than the people who thought what he did was awful was the people who thought it was understandable.
"Of course he shot him. You bring those type of people in and well, who knows what they're up to? You have to protect yourself and your family, and he was just trying to do right by his neighbor. That man could have been robbing the house for all he knew."
Protecting his family - as if. He's not cared about that in years, other than what lets him do what he wants.
It's always been about that.
I sent flowers to the gardener's family.
I sent nothing to him.
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Literature
Fallen Angel/Dead Martyr
"What do you say to those who claim that you abrogated your responsibilities by stepping down from your position? Do you agree that by taking up such a post in the first place, you became more responsible than the rest of society?" The reporter smiled as he spoke, teeth showing.
"I would say that I stepped down from my post because it was killing me, a fact known to everyone at the time," she replied, pushing her way past the reporter. She was almost to the hospital's doors.
"But do you regret that you're now the subject of scorn?" the reporter yelled as she walked forward.
She stopped and briefly turned back towards him. "No. I would rather be a fallen angel than a dead martyr."
She pushed open the doors and walked in, leaving him behind.
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(A) Conspiracy
“Why does English not have any sort of indefinite article if the languages it is most closely related to do?” Jacqueline asked once the professor had turned towards her. “Most Indo-European languages seem to, though some lack it.”
“That’s the question, isn’t it?” Dr. Fitzgerald said. “If you look in any linguistics or grammar books published prior to 2019, you’ll even find mentions of indefinite articles in English. However when we have surveyed people who were alive then, no one seems to recall that there was one. There's research being done at this moment as to how this affects our learning of other Indo-European languages and about how the cultural belief there was one may have overtaken books in spite of all evidence.”
“Are you suggesting conspiracy theorists are right, Professor?” Mark called from the other side of the room. “I saw this guy on tv last night who kept claiming aliens had removed some
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Literature
A Glass of Water (Changes the Plot)
Try not to destroy the moon again. I don’t want more paperwork.
Furthermore, please recall our goals in this instance. We are anti-villains, not villains, and therefore
Splat!
Jack jumped as his roommate shoved open their front door, knocking his glass over. Water spilled over the letter he had been reading, causing the ink to smear. Portions of the paper disintegrated as he frantically tried to dry the paper.
“Is everything alright?” Megan asked, hanging her coat beside the door.
“I spilled my water all over the letter from Lord Eresel.” He kept trying to dry the paper, which only became more ruined. “I don’t know what point he was trying to make or what our future plans are.”
“Of course you did. You needed that letter for important information, and therefore you couldn’t read the whole thing.” She picked up the remote from the table. “Now you’ll have to write to him and ask for an explanatio
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Literature
Deals with Devils
“Selling your soul for a bucket of sherbet ice cream seems a little extreme,” Jessica said, glancing at her friend.  
Emily shrugged and took another bite of her ice cream. “I actually only sold any rights to my soul that I still held. That devil should have looked closer at the fine print, if he actually wanted it.”
“You don’t own all the rights to your own soul?” Jessica stared.
“I really wanted a bicycle as a kid and I thought the guy was joking.” She took another bite. “Now I just use that experience to trick demons for food.”
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Literature
I Would Assure You
Commander,
I have no idea why the Centaur Herd of the Central Plains rejected my request for our admittance to their lands in order to conduct our study. I was perfectly polite in my phrasing and attempted to make peace with them over prior events involving myself and their elven allies – is it possible they simply didn’t understand the subtleties of my writing?
A copy of my letter is enclosed for your perusal. I am led to believe you did not want me to be in charge of the letter, so I hope it will reassure you of my efforts.
Sincerely,
M. Johnson,
Scientist
 
To the Leader of the Herd,
Greetings! It is my understanding that your refusal to allow us admittance to your lands to conduct scientific studies is on the basis of my prior actions towards certain elves who you consider among your allies.
I would like to reassure you that none of those events were my fault, and that many of them had hidden benefits and/or explanations that make them appear less severe than the s
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Literature
Of Lions and Tablets
"So, I'm supposed to believe these glyphs translate into a vague warning that rhymes in English?" Dr. Loewe said, jabbing at the picture of an inscribed tablet
Her colleague shrugged. “You know how things are these days. Somebody gets it into their head that they can decipher a language like Linear A, come up with some over the top translation that will get headlines, and in two weeks it’s completely destroyed by someone pointing out all the flaws in their argument. In the meantime, we get to be frustrated or amused, depending on how our students react.”
“I would be more amused if they didn’t always rhyme in English. Can’t somebody use Ancient Greek, at the very least, to translate these rhyming warnings? Or at least come up with better rhymes, who rhymes tree with sea in a threat?” Dr. Loewe frowned at the paper. “Those who dwell beneath the tree, keep watch for those who come by sea.”
“Somebody who read about the Sea Peoples
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Literature
A Necklace of Stories
“This is not a gas station,” the man said, looking at the cashier.  
“Is it not?” The cashier said, flicking a soda into the darkness behind them.
“Gas stations typically require someone to pay in cash, and they also don’t have monsters wearing shining shoes lurking in the darkness.” The man picked up a candy bar and made his way to the front to pay, setting it down on the counter.
“We only require stories to pay.” The cashier looked behind themself again. “And the correct term is creature. The monster would eat you.”
The man raised an eyebrow. “And what do you do if someone doesn’t have a story?”
“We use the Quill and provide them with the basis for a story. Some of them return, at least.” The cashier blinked, settling form into a hydra. “The ones that don’t are the basis for someone else’s story.”
“And the guy in the corner wearing the glasses?” The
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Footprints Overlapping
“How much further?” his brother shouted from the next boat.  
The man looked at the shoreline and back at the water as he held his oar steady. The sun was still high in the sky, but the waves made it difficult for any of them to catch more fish from the boats.
As he considered the question, a wave crashed into the side of the boat and splashed water into it, causing his son to shriek and almost drop his own oar as he raised a hand to guard his face.
His wife looked up from their daughter to grab at their son, keeping him from tipping out of the boat while scolding him. She raised a hand and pointed at the shore, not pausing as she spoke to their son and then gestured for them both to start paddling again.
He nodded and aimed the boat towards the shore. The other boat carrying his brother and his family followed, leading the rest of the boats that traveled with them.
The oars struck the kelp as they paddled towards shore. Birds squawked overhead as they moved towards th
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"We shall not leave," the King said. "We have faced baseless assassinations without flinching, we cannot leave here now."

"If only Father had stayed here to sire more children, instead of leaving to live the live of a reclusive madman, we wouldn't have this problem," his sister said. "You could have been replaced on the throne long ago."

"Of course, sister, your thoughts are as wise as always. Your thoughts, Master Fool?"

"Let me compare you to a cunning prey. You are more demure, sardonic, and blonde," the man said, stepping forward and handing the King a drink.  

"Such silliness! Still, we will be successful, sister. I shall not allow anyone to sully our kingdom, which is as beloved as a shooting star." He took a sip of the drink before setting it on the table.  

"You are an unmitigated disaster, brother. You are aware that shooting stars fall?"

"Yes, but our people have no wish to be ungoverned. I see no reason to be afraid of such happening," he said.

"You are as vulnerable to your pride as always," she said.

The King went to speak, but began to choke.

As he grabbed his throat, his sister continued. "I find myself remorseless for your death. You had so many chances, but you always thought you knew best - so much better than everyone, especially myself and your fool."

The King was slowly dying on the floor. His sister continued, the fool standing behind her.

"I can't let you destroy this kingdom. If it had just been you trying to keep John and me - your fool, you idiot - apart, that would have been one thing. But you are destroying our country. And John came up with this plan, and well, it doesn't matter to you, you're dying."

The King reached for her. She refused to come closer. "I love you, brother. Please don't make this harder."

The King closed his eyes and stilled.

She took a deep breath. "And now I'm Queen."

John stepped forward and took the King's ring and crown off. He handed them to her. "I love your beautiful hair, ring, and crown."

She slipped the ring on her hand. "The King is dead. Long live the Queen."
The Fool and The Queen
Written for FFM 2018, Day 14, Nasty Ass Challenge "A Bard's Tale"

Element one: Include one character who speaks in verse throughout.
John/The Fool speaks in verse (I think. I tried).

Element two: Include a death most tragic.
The King's death.

Element three: Use at least ten words Shakespeare invented.
assassination, baseless, to sire, reclusive, silliness, to sully, shooting star, unmitigated, ungoverned, remorseless

Element four: Include a character who represents the Shakespearean Fool.
John/The Fool

Element five: Final word count should be a multiple of 37.
Final word count is 370

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"Did you hear what happened?"

Eliza looked up from her paper. "No, what happened?"

"You know that book Cleo was always so obsessed with? The one that she was constantly reading, but wouldn't let any of the rest of us look at? It turned out to be nothing but blank pages. Nobody is sure why," Alex leaned over the desk. "Weirdest of all, the person who found it is now obsessed with it too. Have you ever heard of such a thing?"

"What, like some cursed object from King Tut's tomb? Those don't exist," Eliza said.

Alex shrugged. "Maybe those cursed objects don't, but this book does. Who knows what will happen next?"

"What will happen next is you will get off my desk, and I can finish my paper." Eliza shoved her friend back. "And next time, you'll bring me some proof if you want me to believe that."

Alex rolled her eyes. "You and I both know you don't need prove, Eliza. After all, you were the original owner of that book."

"And?"

"Nobody's around right now, doll, we don't need to hide," Alex said.

Eliza looked at her. "We might not need to, but we also don't need to shout it from the roof. I'll let you know tonight what's going on. Explain to Cleo what happened when she wakes up, okay? She deserves to know what we are."

"Of course I will," Alex said. "Thank you for adding her."

"She's your friend. Of course I did."
A Wordless Book
Written for FFM 2018, Day 13, flashback prompt "That book she was always reading, always so invested in, turned out to have blank pages." by SarcasticCupcake5 .

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"Everyone knows what Lord Harold did," the boy said, looking at his sister. "I'm going to be just like him."

"You can't, Jack," Elizabeth said. "It would kill Mother, and anyways, I don't think you can."

"I could, though." Jack picked up a knife. "We can't just keep waiting like this. They're going to come and they're going to kill us. Lord Harold made them stop, at least for a little while. His body alone... You can see it over there, that's kept them away for weeks."

"You're not Lord Harold!" She grabbed hold of his arm, pulling him closer.

"I could be like him, though."

"No, you can't."

Jack wrenched his arm free. "I'm going, and I'm going to do the same thing."

They did stay away, though nobody knew which one it was because of.
It Kept Them Away
Written for FFM 2018, day 12, Challenge Knocking At Death's Door.

Element one: Dying Moment of Awesome, which must be implied but not outright stated.
Well, Lord Harold's death was apparently awesome enough that his corpse is still scaring the enemies away. Jack's also implied to die heroically and keep enemies away.

Twist: A Wannabe Character
Jack wants to be Lord Harold. He's not Lord Harold, but he might have come close.
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They say that the lights used to be peaceful, before everything.

Grandmother says that her own grandmother lived near the lights at a girl, before the world exploded in lights. Back then, she said, the lights attracted thousands of visitors to see them. They danced in the sky, like peaceful dancers, and the worst that happened was people being kept awake by them.

Then the lights appeared everywhere. They hang in the sky now, overwhelming everything.

No one has problem sleeping now because of light.

The lights don't leave enough time for annoyance instead of fear to keep us awake.
Light and Lights
Written for FFM 2018, Day 11, inspired by the prompt "post-apocolyptic myth about the northern lights" - by TheSkaBoss.
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"Hey Cindy," the store manager called as she walked in the door. "Were there any problems this morning?"

"No. Everything has been quiet. Two people came in needing dresses altered, but they're simple. I already placed them in the back to do this evening." She looked up from her work. "Do you need me to do anything else?"

"You'll be running the store on your own this afternoon. I have to leave," the manager responded.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll get everything done."

"Remember what happens if you don't," the manager said. "I don't think we need a repeat of that."

"Of course not, ma'am. Everything will be done properly." Cindy picked up the scissors from the counter. "I'll bring the dresses out here to work on."

"Just make sure that your work isn't messy. We wouldn't want any customers to leave."

Cindy nodded, as the manager finally left.

As soon as she was gone, there was laughter in the corner.

"Hush, little birds," said Cindy.

"But she doesn't know who you are," said the birds.

Cindy nodded. "And we should keep it that way. She might learn we're not scared of her if she does."

The birds sighed. "Fine."

Cinderella smiled and picked up her scissors.
Hush, Little Birds
Written for FFM 2018, Day 10, Challenge "Out of the Woods".

Elements:
First: Include a fairy tale character somewhere in the story.  Cinderella should be pretty obvious in this story.

Second: Include anthropomorphism. I included talking birds.

Third: Roll a dice to pick the setting. I got 5. a mall. So here Cinderella works at a shop in the mall.
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