Good day, my good readers! I shall be posting not one, but two short stories today! ("yay, you're so awesome!"). Thank you, thank you!
Anyway, they're pretty short, that's why I'm posting two. Enjoy:
The Oak Door:
"There you shall serve our Lady," the guard pointed at a heavily guarded oak door. I nodded and approached. I would be serving as Her Lady's bodyguard and spy in the Court, a job I had been training for for the last fifteen years of my life.
I opened the door beneath the steady gaze of twenty soldiers, and then closed it behind me.
"My Lady," I curtsied, not even looking at the young Countess.
"Look at me," there was the sound of clothes rustling together as someone lifted my chin with soft fingers. And a beautiful girl of barely twenty years of age was looking kindly at me.
"My... my lady..." I stuttered.
"You must me Racqel. Do call me Àlina," she said, helping me up.
Well, shit, I thought as my heart began racing as I met her bright green eyes.
Words upon a wall:
«Love is never the answer», the grossly written words on the wall read. I stare at them curiously as you try to clean the dry blood to no avail.
"Wait!" I stop you. You look back angrily at me as I approach and touch the words softly with the tips of my fingers. "What do you think it means? A metaphor?"
You shrug and laugh. "Always looking for questions where there are none." You splash the bucketful of water on the wall and continue scrubbing.
"The saying goes «violence is never the answer»", I muse as the words begin to fade.
"Well, it's clear the assassin didn't believe that, then"
"A romantic..." I sigh, engraving the words in my mind. "And a new mystery," I smile as a shadow creeps us from behind us...
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The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
