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The princess and the dragon

The king and the castle the castle and the king he takes a lovely queen soon they become three. A dragon several years later comes upon the scene scorching the castle grounds a beautiful young princess oh, so lovely he has found. He takes her far, far away to his lair where she must stay and he asks her for a kiss she doesn't turn away. She gives him one right on the lips a prince he becomes hurray! They live happily ever...

He sits wearily on a withered throne Rummaging through the consequences he had sown He cannot cast blame; His choices were his own Left to handle the destruction; alone Citizens cry out in the city streets An alarm reminding him of his defeats He grips the armrest as he recalls the deceits This king would trade everything for peace Men of the court bang on the oak doors Trying to cheer him up with booze and whores Riddled...

Kings and Queens

Yet another body parts story.

Coming from within the kids' bathroom I heard the unmistakable sounds of children laughing, a pause, some low sounds that I could not quite make out from where I was, then the loud sound of laughter once more. Walking across the classroom, the low sounds became clearer, as a picture was painted as to what the children were doing in the bathroom when they were supposed to be getting changed after having some fun summer wat...

D.T - The Frigid Prince: Chapter 5

A cold chill is rising...

The Frigid Prince: Chapter 5As the others rushed to aid their friend Enaguille began zapping their feet with his magic; encasing them up to the ankle with an ice bracer. They struggled to break their feet free but couldn't. Methais turned to Enaguille and shouted, "What the hell man? Igor is in there he needs our help!""The only sound that travels in or out of that darkness is what the tower wants," Enaguille said. "We ma...

D.T - King Abaron: Chapter 3

The final Feature chapter for King Abaron.

King Abaron: Chapter 3Abaron was bordering his limits of control and was ready to go berserk and tear Jeremia and Cecilo apart with his bare hands. Bethany was enraged too, but she managed to keep her composure better and wrapped her hand around Abaron's and squeezed strong, yet gently. Abaron managed to keep himself in check after that, but the fury was evident on his face none the less. So he said, "Your avarice is insu...

King Abaron: Chapter 2Abaron and Bethany returned to the council room where all were quiet and waited for them. "Has anyone gotten any fresh ideas?" Abaron asked as he took his seat."No sire, I'm afraid we were more concerned with the surprising action of your seventh son and what we should do about it?" Charles, the head war adviser, asked."We shall take no action as where he is going no longer concerns us. He has made h...

A Royal Reborn: Prologue

After failing to stop a princess from running away, Guardian Xavier is banished until he finds her.

PROLOGUE | There is Strength in Shame In a magnificent Golden Palace perched in a kingdom in the sky, a king dressed in robes of maroon cotton paces along the edge of a grand table centered within a musty, candlelit war room. King Oliver the Valorous, they call him. King Oliver the Prudent. Yet no wisdom from any man he has ever known could aid him now. The smell of the Palace kitchens preparing early breakfast awakens hi...

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"It was a beautiful kingdom," someone always began. I looked up from sweeping in response, hoping they continued about this 'kingdom.' They never did though, all I knew was, that it was the Kingdom of Thorns on the other side of the eastern mountain range. Nothing but spirits lived there now. "Because it was sacred ground, soaked with magic," the old blind woman, begging at the town market, always blurted out, when my cur...