This story was a challenge. Like a literal challenge. I was feeling very uninspired so I looked for random prompts (underlined sentence) and had to write it in five minutes and non-stop, otherwise the page I was on would delete my progress. It think the end is pretty neat.
There had been many theories about how she had been murdered, some said that the gentleman from next door had been involved, a well-considered man who had attended university---in the Capital, no less! But something didn't add up. He had a good alibi and, honestly, no reason to kill the woman.
Others said that it had been her own sister, a little woman who lived alone in the woods, a witch they called her. But most would seek her out when they got wounded or needed medicine for their children. And they dared not accuse the woman who treated them with tenderness and smiles.
No. None of those people could have done it. But, maybe, just maybe, there was someone else. She didn't have any motives. In fact, they had been best friends. They lived together. They had known each other all their lives... But everyone knew that the other woman was involved in some... strange activities. They wouldn't say it out loud, but they all knew she was a revolutionary, a woman seeking the end of the Royalty. Of course she would murder her best friend and try to blame it on the King's own advisor. It was a good ploy.
Of course. They all couldn't have been more wrong. Why would they consider murder when the body had never been found?
After all, people can travel. So they really didn't expect it when she suddenly returned one day, weeks after her "murder", they all called her a ghost.
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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⚠
