A deadly promise to the Queen.
Loosing sanity fast.
Reports of people becoming "lifelessly controlled puppets"
A twisted tale of the Queen's daughter, Emily. Who escapes the grand Kingdom of Here to live in the land of the outcasts, Nowhere. Where s...
Author's note: Hello! This story is also on my "short stories" book, but I thought that it'll be easier for you all to find it if it's on here. 😊 I first wrote this in year six. This short story came from this picture:
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Also known as Puppet Master's cover. (I got it from Google.) I remember writing this short story in class, thinking of different toys that could turn into an interesting storyline. I first thought of a train then...a puppet on string. 😉
Anyway, this was the very first idea of Puppet Master, t his short story is how my novel started.
Puppet Master - short story:
Birds perching on the stone arch, scattered away quickly at the sight of a tall cloaked figure. "Scaredy-cats," the cloaked figure whispered under her breath, as she glided under the ruins. Ruins of Nowhere. Running her finger along the mossy stone window, she remembered. Remembered that day. That fatal day.
*** The days in Nowhere were delightful. For little Emily? Her days were sorrowful. "They're toying with us! Like we're puppets on string!" Little Emily would chant worriedly. She knew more of the day that would come more than anyone else in the village. She could convince everyone of it otherwise. The day of Here was coming soon. A leader would step to the throne, and Nowhere would will be found. It will become Here. That was the plan. "Sometime, plans change." A voice from above whispered to Emily.
The moon peeped cheekily over the horizon. The day of Here has come. Fog covered every corner the village. "Fate has come for me. In it's deadliest form," Emily sighed to herself as she heard little voices as cheeky as the moon itself, tickle in her ear. Goblins. Servants of the new leader. "They're toying with us! Like we're puppet on string!" Emily cried and shrieked. Trying to warn her fellow villagers. Of course they didn't listen. That was the plan. The actual plan. For Emily was not a little girl, or a villager. She was a pawn. The right hand of the new leader. The leader no one in the village expected. A voice bellowed down on the small town, making the gravel shake furiously. Though only a soft message was delivered. "Puppets are what you are. Puppets are what you'll become." And that's what they became...
