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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Jul 23, 2023 13:58:53 GMT -6
This Week's Prompt: Throne Length: Entries must be 100 words, no more, no less. Where: Post your entry below. Deadline: July 29th by midnight CST. Participant's Badges: HERE Weekly Challenge Rules:- No critiquing. Please refrain from giving feedback, as these challenges are to inspire creativity.
- Positive Enthusiasm is welcome! But save it for when Voting has started.
- CAN NOT vote for your own entry, and doing so will disqualify your submission.
- HAVE FUN!
Did you post an entry? Don't forget your Easy 10 Points!
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Post by pelwrath on Jul 23, 2023 19:33:56 GMT -6
The O’Leary Incident
“That’s it!” said Doctor Richards. “Time travel can be done.”
“How Reed?” asked his good friend, Victor.
“In chemistry, a condensation reaction, two molecules join, becoming one and producing energy with little water extra.”
“Let’s give it an innocuous test run.”
They decided on a simple test, with no people around. They would go back to Chicago on October 8, 1871, and stop Mrs. O’Leary’s cow from knocking over a lantern. If so, they’d remove any lanterns.
Upon arrival, they realized it was their appearance that spooked the cow into kicking over the lantern. History’s throne is for fools crowned.
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Post by ScintillaMyntan on Jul 28, 2023 21:28:02 GMT -6
The day's victory
The twins are six years old now. Someday their father, the king, will choose one to succeed him.
Right now the king's sons are playing in the field outside the palace, tumbling over and over each other. Sun shines on them between long strands of grass. They are wrestling over who gets to sit on the big stone they call the “throne.”
One pins the other. He clambers up and occupies his rightful place.
But soon the victor gets down. The game is over and the brothers embrace, because really, they love each other, and they believe they always will.
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Post by RAVENEYE on Jul 29, 2023 13:45:15 GMT -6
Head of the Family
Bob King lorded authority over his family as though his armchair was a throne. He figured no advice was worth taking besides his own, and the advice was handed down with the force of a decree.
After forty-three years of it, Vicky King decided a coup was just the thing. She played the dutiful wife that night as she heaped an extra spoonful of gravy over his potatoes. She said her stomach was feeling poorly and retired without supper. Next morning, ol’ Bob was lying face down in his plate.
“The king is dead,” Vicky said. “Long live the queen.”
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Jul 30, 2023 10:43:11 GMT -6
Poll added! Good luck all!
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Aug 6, 2023 15:03:24 GMT -6
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Post by RAVENEYE on Aug 7, 2023 9:13:28 GMT -6
Oh nice! TY, voters.
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