String On Road: Friday Fictioneer

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Many thanks to our fairy blog-mother Rochelle for hosting this Challenge.

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String On Road

Copyrights: Den of Dreams. Here’s my drawing of one of the three boys, Zya. (:

Three boys on abandoned streets, under sun,
Deserted streets, nothing on sight, just a string on road, a string alone.
“Must be the string of fate.” Said one,
“Nay, isn’t red.” Said another one,
“Might be a shoelace.” said another one,
They kept up their pace, and soon they were gone
In the deepest, darkest parts of streets— run,
They wanted to. But as they spun,
A dark shadow blocked them. Then begun
A futile fight. The shadow won.
A trace was left by the previous victim who never returned,
Stringed together by a string on road, a string alone.

Thank you for reading,

Warmest regards,

Dragon Warrior

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A Curse That Became a Blessing

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Thank you so much, Rochelle, for this challenge of Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO FROM ROGER BULTOT

A curse that became a blessing

Millenniums ago, I had been cursed to become a statue. And now I think, it’s a blessing.

They had taken parts of my hands, they had forever closed my eyes.

It’s a blessing, I say again. At least I don’t have to see my mother Earth dying. At least I don’t have to see some of my brothers die out of hunger and others feasting on fries. At least, I don’t have to see the pain and disgraceful state of the world which, once was such a gracious place.

A Shady Inn

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Long John’s Showbar, Great Yarmouth, UK

Thank you, K Rawson, for hosting What Pegman Saw ( https://whatpegmansaw.com/2019/07/13/great-yarmouth-uk/ )

It felt great, as always!

A Shady Inn

Luckily, when we entered the dimly-lit inn, it was almost deserted. Just a half-asleep worker behind the counter.

“Good!” said Nathan in a hushed whisper, “So what’s the next plan?”

“Just act as if we are mere tourists,” I said.

“Good inn, mate!” said Nathan to the man in the counter, “Old fashioned, huh?”

The man mumbled something and then asked in a hoarse voice, “What ye want?”  

That was rude, I know but there wasn’t time to complain.

“Bacon, “ I began but was interrupted by a strong tug in the shoulder.

“Look over there, Al,” Nathan pointed to a stranger sitting at the farthest corner, holding a glass with his slender fair fingers.

His long hair was tied in a ponytail and a dark cape hit his shoulder. He was prince, it seemed, pursuing or escaping a dark secret.

Good, then there are darker men than us.

Discoveries Underneath

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Thank you Rochelle for creating this exciting challenge of Friday Fictioneers!

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Only for Friday Fictioneers. Photo credits: Dale Rogerson

Discoveries Underneath

When I saw it for the first time, I thought it was some sort of stupid building made for show. But it was during a windy summer day when I finally discovered the secrets beneath it.

It was there, in the middle of a uncannily deserted road, burning up in the sun. I was messing up with it, trying to find the “mysteries” behind it. It was then I had found out the swirling stairs hidden beneath this structure leading to the place of highly technological place of giants. And guess what? They had giant phones and came over here at midnight to charge them!

Post Script:

I am really sorry for this stupid little tale. It’s actually a part of a larger series called “Discoveries of Jos, Far and Wide” I’m so gloomy that can’t really use my words well. Thanks for reading!