Tuesday, August 29, 2023

Free Writing 2

 Some more free writing from my masters. These are from my other computer, so the dates are spread out weirdly.

No date:

In those times, it was common for the first born child of every family to be given to the state, to become public servants. The child was taken away from its parents almost immediately after birth, and was raised with the notion that the king was their father. Those familiar with the government of Kadukano will understand just how strange this is; The King of Kadukano is not an individual, but a collective. "The King" is a "person" made up of the entire governing body of the nation. Hence, these firstborns are dubbed "The Prince", and they grow up to be members of "The King"

25/8/23:

There was nothing to be said or done. Each soul watched in disbelief as the immense mass slid down the hill, sweeping trees, houses, and cars with unrelenting, unstoppable force. They watched it slide directly towards them. Many ran. Some knelt down in prayer. The rest just watched in awe. Some were frozen to the spot even as the mud and snow enveloped them.

30/8/23:

There was ever an air of uncertainty around that place. A yawning, unyielding whorl of mystery hanging over every rocky precipice and tangy pine. A place where fruits grew out of season and deer would watch passersby, unblinking and unfazed. It was like a place that had forgotten it was supposed to be part of the rest of the world, and relished in its differences. It was a place where men would go to die, and be given breakfast instead.

Note:

The one which I didn't note the date of is based on an idea I had a while ago, about a kingdom for a fantasy story where they overthrew their King or something in the past, but still liked having a monarchy, so they created a government, called the "King", and each branch of government was named for a different part of the king's body.
As for the one dated for the 30th, I have no idea what that word vomit is. Don't ask me what a tangy pine is; I don't know.

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