DAUGHTERS OF KINGS

 

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This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–June 11th, 2017. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt taken by him or sent in by one of the participants in the group of writers. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt. This week’s prompt was taken by Al Forbes himself. Thanks, Al.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/06/11/sunday-photo-fiction-june-11th-2017/

Genre: Fantasy Humor

Word Count: 200 Words

DAUGHTERS OF KINGS by P.S. Joshi

Princess Gwendolyn sat in her chamber working on embroidery. The picture depicted a knight fighting a dragon.

“If only,” she mumbled.

Her handmaiden, Drucilla, came running into the room almost out of breath as there were no lifts.

“Mistress, your father the king demands you come to the throne room in all haste. Sir Reginald has come to ask for your hand.”

“Oh, all right. Run ahead and tell him I’m readying myself.”

She quickly pushed back her golden braids and put on shoes.

Fairly soon the kingdoms should run out of eligible princes. I’ll have to choose as I don’t want to end up in a nunnery like my cousin, Roslyn. She gave a deep sigh.

Down she strode through the dreary halls until she finally entered the throne room.

“Aha,” declared the king. “Here’s my beauteous daughter. My treasure, meet Sir Reginald.”

“Princess,” wheezed Reg as he knelt before her. He was more than hefty and had some difficulty getting to his feet.

Well, thought Gwen, he’s better than many and not hopeless-looking.

He’ll probably be happy to sit, eat, and live to give my father grandchildren. It could be far worse.

“Welcome to the family, Sir Reginald.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE KING THAT WASN’T

 

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Copyright — Claire Fuller

Once again it’s time for the new Friday Fictioneers’ weekly story challenge. This weekly challenge is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt supplied for that week. The gracious hostess for this challenge is the talented author and artist Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The prompt this week is a photo supplied by Claire Fuller. Thanks Claire.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/07/02/4-july-2014/

Genre:  Humor/Fiction

Word Count:  100 Words

THE KING THAT WASN’T by P.S. Joshi

A tourist in the old capital of a small former kingdom in the country of Perdion happily snapped photos of a 13th century statue.

An elderly citizen stopped and remarked, “Good statue isn’t it.”

The tourist asked, “Was he a good king? The plaque reads ‘King Dragon VI’, but not more.”

The old man thought for several moments. “You could say so as he didn’t exist. King Dragon V died without any heirs and none of the eligible family members wanted the job. They wisely made up a king so surrounding kingdoms would leave them alone. A very useful king.

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THE CHOICE

 

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Copyright–Bjorn Rudberg

 This is my story for Friday Fictioneers this week. This is a weekly challenge to write a story in 100 words with a beginning, middle, and end. It’s supposed to follow the picture prompt given for the week. The host for the challenge is the gracious and talented author, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week the picture is a photo supplied by Bjorn Rudberg. Thanks, Bjorn.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/04/23/25-april-2014/

Genre: Fantasy Fiction

THE CHOICE by P.S. Joshi

There was once a powerful king who had a beautiful but shy daughter of marriageable age. He decided to hold a dance so that she could meet eligible young men of royal blood.

The night of the dance there was a quartet of musicians who had been hired to play. Also,”married” couples had been invited. The king was no fool.

When the dance ended, the king asked his daughter if she had chosen a husband.

“Yes,” she said. “I have chosen the mandolin player.”

“Don’t fear, sire,” he said. “I am actually Prince Rudolph of the Kingdom of Orchestria.

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