King of Obsidian

Mondays Finish the Story

Monday’s finish the story prompt: Once upon a time in a land far, far away…

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© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

King of Obsidian

Once upon a time in a land far, far, away, where the rays of new daylight touched the sacred red waters of the Makong river, the Ice men of Indus built their towering monuments of stone and obsidian.

I was brought before the king.

Never in my life was I so afraid! The hands of the guards securing me, marked the skin of my arms with their cold. The king was seated on a throne of bone and shining rock with only a fur between him and the seat.

If he hadn’t had moved, I wouldn’t have believed he was alive. He was like a flawless carved piece of marble. His features were smooth, his eyes were like coloured glass, shifting and changing colour as the light reflected off him.

I thought he looked strange compared to the brutish scouts and guardsmen who had brought me to his forbidden kingdom.

He thrust himself forward from his seat, toward me, and bared his jagged black teeth.

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Follows this post: The beginning and is part three of the on going story.

I wondered if the king would like the adventurer to be male or female since I haven’t decided yet. Decisions! decisions!

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Monday’s finish the story

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Finish the story begins with:Pizza anyone?”

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© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“Pizza anyone?” Mary-Sue’s voice rang.

When there came no answer, she turned to scan over the tired, defeated faces of her team. The match had been tough on everyone, including the coach. She closed her eyes, thinking of how her girl’s had been set up to play against the most mature ten-year-olds she had ever seen. Frankly, she was afraid for them.

It was a bloodbath. No amount of happy sunshine or sips of her ‘special’ coach-juice, could rectify the day. They lost five to nothing.

A little hand reached up and tugged on her shirt. Natalie had a large bruise where the soccer ball collided with her forehead. She went down hard.

“I’ll have a slice, mama,” she said, softly. Mary-Sue slid a hot slice onto a paper plate for her.

Soon the others came up to the table. At least a little pizza could lift their spirits.

Monday prompt

Prompt: Silence

I chose silence today, because I live right next to a primary school. Usually at this time in the morning you can hear the children play and make a noise. Today they seem to be absent. I’m enjoying it.

I think I’m going to stick with 250 words. It’s just long enough to spark some creativity, but short enough to challenge you.

Leave a link in the comments or tag me if you decide to do this!

Happy writing!