Posts Tagged ‘King’
Apr
His Majesty
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The king sits on his throne with a large and excruciating chest wound. The room is filled with blood and lifeless bodies, his men.
The beautifully decorated hall is covered in blood and the delicately prepared meat and fruit sit untouched never to be eaten.
The king hasn’t much time. He can’t feel his legs and his body is cold. He reaches for his ring and struggles with his weak fingers to remove it. As he releases it, he slumps over and the ring drops to the ground, the noise echoing in the quiet.
His Majesty will soon be replaced.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Nov
Kingdom
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I want to assure you we are all safe here. We have adequate resources to wait until all of the infected have died. With our fortifications and firepower there is no way any plague carriers can get in here. Furthermore, all of you have been chosen for your talent, intelligence, and genes for repopulating the country when the time is right. As long as you trust me as your King, we will prevail against all challenges. Questions? Yes, my good friend Geraldine Jackson. King, have you looked in a mirror lately? You have a red splotch on your right cheek.
From Guest Contributor Doug Hawley
Sep
Only Beauty Survives
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The king delighted in varying which crowns he wore. One day he’d wear a crown of gold; the next, a crown of silver or of iron, or even a crown eccentrically fashioned from barbed wire. When he wore the latter, he was always surprised when blood ran in rivulets into his eyes. The queen, meanwhile, hated anyone who might be thought more beautiful than she was. She frequently sent assassins throughout the land to eliminate all possible rivals. That sound isn’t thunder, people would say, but an assassin rapping on the door of a cottage until his knuckles are raw.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie is the author of The Death Row Shuffle, forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. He co-edits the online journals Unbroken and UnLost.
Apr
Lady Macbeth
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
HISTORICAL FICTION ENTRY:
Life had become so boring, so beige boring. Every day it was hound the maids, light the candles, greet the guests. Then along came prophecy! What’s not to believe about a witch, let alone three? Once again, my world oozed with possibility.
What came to pass? Life in red, gushing red. There was blood in the soup, blood in the stew, blood on the hands of my husband. I thought about the plagues in Egypt, the Pharaoh who knew about miracles turned against him. I thought about science. That what flows, surely ebbs? While the old king’s blood ran blue.
From Guest Contributor Linda Lowe
Linda Lowe’s poems and stories have appeared in Gone Lawn, Crack the Spine, What Rough Beast, New Verse News, Tiny Molecules and others.
Apr
The Raven And The Crow
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The raven saw the crow perched on the church spire in the middle of town and demanded he make himself scarce.
“I’m the king of the birds and I deserve the best roost.”
The crow scoffed. “I don’t think so.”
The raven puffed up his feathers and flapped his wings threateningly, but the crow was unimpressed. As they were almost exactly the same size, it was unclear who would win in a fight.
“You’re a crow, no different than me. Just because one time a woman mistook you for a raven doesn’t mean you’re better than the rest of us.”
Apr
Kingly Pursuits
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Every spring, King Tolliver traveled with his retinue to the ruins. None of the official historians had an explanation of what city once stood here, all of the stories offered contradicting explanations of the calamity that brought the civilization to decrepitude.
The official justification for King Tolliver’s annual sojourn was his desire to reflect on the folly of excessive hubris. This was deemed a kingly pursuit. But the truth of the matter was much more prosaic.
Tolliver’s son enjoyed scrambling over the rocks looking for cracked ceramics and the occasional colored glass. More importantly, the king shared the prince’s enthusiasm.
Feb
Homage To Discworld King
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The tall caped figure dismounted the midnight horse and negotiated cracked paving to knock on nondescript door.
Bright dancing eyes and grey beard yanked it open. “Well?”
Taken aback, Death cleared his throat. “HELLO.”
“Bugger ‘HELLO’, what kept you?”
“UM!”
Author pushed past the cowled figure.
“ER… DON’T YOU WANT TO DRESS?” Death waved a skeletal digit at the grimy T-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops.
Author pointed his beard aggressively. “That would be rather pointless now, wouldn’t it?”
Death sighed and followed the little man to the waiting steed. He was sure he’d forgotten something.
“OH YES.”
He raised the scythe.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Oct
The Mad King
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
You timidly stepped inside the royal chambers, unnerved by the rumors of random beheadings and incoherent proclamations. Many people went for a sovereign audience and were never heard from again.
An old man sat the throne. He looked regal, not crazed, dressed in the golden robes and diamond crown of his august office. He stared sternly as, wobbling, you inched forward. In his lap sat a cat, which he stroked gently.
The man opened his mouth to speak and you dropped to one knee.
“The King has an announcement to make.”
Everyone froze as the King opened its mouth.
“Meow.”
Jan
While The Dragon Yet Lives
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Sir Hadder rested against the boulder. He needed time to catch his breath after hauling his heavy armor and weapons up the mountain. Unfortunately, the racket had warned the dragon of his arrival, and Hadder heard the beast emerging from its cave.
One peek around the corner showed Sir Hadder a field littered with the charred skeletal remains of the many heroes who had preceded him on this quest. No knight could wed the King’s daughter while the dragon yet lived.
It made him wonder if marrying the princess was worth it. After all, she was now over 40 years old.
Feb
King Netzahualcoyotl
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When the last known jaguar died in the San Jose Zoo, it was believed that people would be safe from now on. And for the next decade, not one mysterious case of kidnapping or decortication was reported anywhere in the region.
Sloane Davidson, professor of ancient lore, warned anyone who would listen the jaguars were still among them. When the killings began, she was the first. Friends and colleagues revealed themselves as jaguars in disguise. The time had come for revenge.
Not many humans survived the uprising. Those who did became slaves. Thus the rule of King Netzahualcoyotl had begun.