Fantasy, Poetry, fiction
Posted on 1 March, 2017
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My father was a very kind man. Every year in midsummer, instead of going to the King’s annual banquet, he made sure to arrange a huge party for his subjects at his own expense. I lived in another noble house at the time, such as…
Category: FantasyTags: amwriting, flash fiction, king, knight, medieval, shortstory, trust
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Bones are that which keeps you here
Turn to dust and your soul will yield
Forgive this old fool
For the mistakes he’ve made
Leave me be and let the past fade
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