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[Imorta Thaw]

Well, not really for NaNo, but just random short exercises done in a short time in response to a prompt.

[Imorta Thaw]

Done on Write or die. 10 minutes, 351 words. The prompt was: "She traded her bone bracelet for the fish." And... yeah, if you can't tell, I wrote it without looking at the screen, and haven't even read it...


The gypsy wandered through the market. Her long skirt waved in the wind. Only a week ago it had been bright and colorfull, the huge flowers clearly visible. But after the week long treck through the empty outside, it was so faded that it looked more like a brown blob than the image af a noble houses' garden. Her blouse was also in dissaray. Expencive and traditional jewlery was mixed on her person. Necklesases made from bones interwined with gold and silver chains. A larger cross rested between her breastes. But she wore so many amulets that it was nearly invisible behind their mass. Her wrists were likewise adorned with a moltitude of bracelets of all made and king. Bird bones mixed with stollen jewels.
The odd girl moved slowly in the direction of the marek that sold fish. She was new to the town, but the smeel made the location clear enough. The city was not any where neer water, and the fish must have been carted all the way from the see. She wrinkeled her nose in discust. Tugging on her earing that resembeled a dolphin. "Vile creatures." she mumbled under her breathe. Her peopel would have their heads if they knew the tortures they had put these poor creatures through. Grimasing, she none the less aproached one of the fish sellers.
Not knowing the language, she simply pointed at the fish she wanted, taking out a bag filled with her native curency. But the large man shook his head. He showed her a silver coin and made a beckoning gesture. "Damned place." She mumbeled. Even their currency was different.
Absent mindedly she looked around for something to trade him. Realising her conundrum the man seemed to think for a moment. Then his pudgy finger pointed to one of her bone bracelets. She gasped as his flesh inadvertendly touched her own. The nerve! She made as if to go, but remembered what she had come for. Clenching her teeth, eyes flashing in pure hatered, she gypsy traded her bone bracelet for the fish.

[Imorta Thaw]

Really rushed towards the end, and wierd, but hey... 10 minutes. 404 words, prompt: King me.

King me. The little boy sat staring as the animated teen talked about glory and honor and everything else that mnade precious little sence. He tried not to fall asleap, but really. The older, dark haired noble standing behind then could barely hide his self saticfied smile. As the boy ranted about how amaizing it would be to really, truely get a chance to help change the world for the better, he nodded politely, but all the while was mentally tapping his foot in impatience. The boy was getting harder and harder to control. His brother was really simple to lead, but then again, the boy was only six. You just had to know how to present the problem to him. But the teen. Oh he had been a wonderful candidate for the past couple of years. But now that he began to realize just how much power he would have once his uncle died and left his king. He had actually taken it into his head to try to do something himself. Regan frowned. He was too hard to control. Then he smiled, almost laughing at himself for making such a big deal out of a problem so small. The anser was obious. If he couldn't control the boy, he would have to kill him. Not as slowly as he was poisinging the King, but that didn't matter. It was simple enough to arange for a duel to the death for a bay as hot headed as the heir to the throne. Then, his brother would be easy enough to control. All of Reagan's dreams were coming true. The kid would be made king. Then he would be the Regent. And then.. well, he would figure out a way to become the true king. Yes. No more hesitation. A few weeks later, the coeset heir to the thrown really did get into a nasty duel, he recieved a fatal wound, and died in a few days. However, Reagan was as surprised as anyone. He hadn't managed to get anyone to start a duel, but just because he had not been the one to kill the obstical didn't make him any less dead. So Reagan just let him be. His little brother, now the future king (just as soon as the current one finally died) was devistated. But once Reagan explained in simple terms the importance of his being king, he agreed. "King me." Said the little boy.