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[WIP Writing Sample] The King and the Wicked Mermaid

I’ve been working on a fantasy children’s story currently called Shupikayi and the Coral Kingdom. I’m still trying to decide what I want to happen next, and I am considering making a few changes. This first chapter is one of the changes I made. I’m writing by the seat of my pants so I’m going to see if this sticks. Anyway, this is the prologue to the fantasy story about a young girl named Shupikayi who ends up running away from home and finds herself in a completely new and amazing, and a little scary place under the sea. Hope you enjoy this! *** Once upon a time, there was a noble king named King Vusumuzi. He ruled his kingdom with kindness and wisdom, and his wisdom brought great prosperity to his people. Gold, silver, precious stones, and other exotic goods were plentiful in the land, for he built great ships that sailed the seas to many islands to trade with many people. All of the king’s people were happy and all of them loved him. But none loved him as much as a young fair maiden...
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Venatus and the Indoor Prison IV

 

Venatus landed on a dead mouse that the cat had left by the balcony door. Other flies came. Venatus listened carefully to the songs of the birds, the chirping of the crickets, and the cawing of crows, and soon the buzzing of flies as they came to the meal. He basked in the warmth of the sun’s rays.

It was beautiful.

The door opened. The man, with a plastic bag in his hand, stepped out to get the mouse. The flies flew in all different directions. Some flew away towards the forest, others tried to land back onto the mouse before he could carry it off, but some other flies had other ideas.

“Let’s go inside,” a fly said to his two friends. “I bet they have some good stuff in there!”

“No!” Venatus said. “The humans will—”

The flies flew in, and the human disappeared back into the house with the dead mouse in a plastic bag.

“Ugh, not more flies!” he heard the girl cry, and he saw a flash of the red fly swatter.

An image of Buster flashed into his mind. Venatus shook his head and flew to the garden, landing on a sunflower. Caw, caw, the crows went. He didn’t want to think about what would happen to those flies, or about what had happened to Buster. Instead, he observed the sunflower, and, for the first time, enjoyed the cawing of crows.

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