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Your mocking laugh as you exited the dark dungeon where I
was imprisoned.
I was betrayed by my Queen, her laughter embraced you
outside.
I ate rats to survive even as you waited for me to die.
You feared that the news of my death would spur my supporters to
revolt. Or did you expect me to strike
beyond the grave?
You broke my bones but my spirit grew. I did what no mortal had done before. I found
a way out of that hell.
Beware the passing sands of time. Fear me now for I am death.
Work has me travelling between two cities again, which might have contributed to my absence from the prompt last week. So this time to make amends I offer two stories. One of a softer hue and this one is slightly dark.
To read the other stories churned up by the sands of time click here.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100Work has me travelling between two cities again, which might have contributed to my absence from the prompt last week. So this time to make amends I offer two stories. One of a softer hue and this one is slightly dark.
Dear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteI feel revenge lurking. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Just around the corner :-) Thanks for your comments Rochelle.
DeleteWell written :)
ReplyDeleteFloral Skirts for Spring
Thank you Ananya.
DeleteYes, it was grim. More that that, it conveyed what might have taken pages in lesser hands.
ReplyDeleteIncidentally, I love that title.
Thanks Umashankar, I am glad the grim tone came through.
DeleteIn the end, Death is always the winner
ReplyDeleteAnd isn't that the truth. Thank you for your comments.
DeleteWhat a chilling last line. Very dark, another great take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading and commenting Ga H
DeleteAs I understand it, the escape was death. However, it seems revenge after death is planned. Looks like it's going to turn into a scary ghost story. Well done, Subroto. --- Suzanne
ReplyDeleteHe is definitely after revenge. Thanks for your comments Suzanne, I am glad you liked it.
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