King’s fest

Scottish crest

London calls

Hallowed halls

Sword fight

Lost might

Argue wars

Over Lords...

The King's voice boomed from his place atop the throne. "Bellas and Toms! Welcome to the feast!"

Every cat at the table cheered. Jadis, in the darkest corner of the room, laughed under her hood.

"As you see, we have a special guest today. Jadis, please, sit wherever you'd like." The King smiled.

Jadis pulled her hood down with a bow. "Of course Your Majesty." She began walking toward the empty ...

I am bored 😑

And my creative writing is drained

For today that and I have serious writers block so…

Want to chat?

We can also play truth or dare

Or role playing I used to be really good at that

Also boredom sucks 🫠

So yeah if you have any questions feel free to ask...

The new king of Imperium rests on his thrown, legs sprawled atop the armrest. His crown is at a crooked angle, resting on a nest of pale hair. He looks calm, careless. Everything he ought not to be at this moment.

I sit next to him, my hands mindlessly playing with the cloth on the table. I am suppose to make sure he doesn’t make any ridiculous offers to the lower courts tonight like many of his ...

“Can you hand me that?” Tommy pointed across the table to something beside his brothers arm.

“Heh? What is it that you want?”

“The rolls! God Techno, you’d think you’re blind or something.”

Techno glared at his younger brother and scooted the rolls farther down the table, away from Tommy.

“Hey!” Tommy jumped up and walked down the table to the rolls, but right as he got there Wilbur slid the...

“Fe Fi Fo Fum!” Andy smashed the Hulk’s fists on the green fuzzy carpet. He roared but with his inside voice.

“Who is it?” Emma said holding out the Nutcracker’s arm. “I command you to stop.”

“Hulk hungry. I’m invited for tea party!” Andy roared for real. Miss Frances gave him that look. Hulk covered his tiny mouth.

The Nutcracker checked her imaginary list.

Impatiently the Hulk danced on the c...

The King sashayed to his dinner thrown. He raised his glass, signaled, and toasted. The conversations commenced.

Every noble was in attendance. They wore coats with lavish fabrics of red and blue, lined with gold that glittered under the light of the many chandeliers. Their hats were large and over shaped. Often worn to complement the coat.

Salads and roast were served by the best kitchen hands...

“All rise” a crowd of 30 men stand up, their hands placed firmly on the wooden table. “Benvollio the Brave, esteemed king of the snowy Livhen, the hot Mensollio, the fearsome Kruxsverg and the green Kolsdon.” A large man with a trileopard fur coat and tattoos engraved into his strong cuffed arms enters the room, his deep eyes staring through his followers shadow. As he walks the room trembles, wal...

King Alexander, Queen Rose, their five children, and all of the officials sat down for the annual King's feast. It was a feast to celebrate the year and to plan for the one coming up. Except it never went as planned.

"We can't raise the taxes on the people!" This was shouted by one of the youngest men there, a man who could barely be counted as a man, his beard not yet fully grown.

"You do not ...

It started with a sly comment, “Are you sure you are human, my Lady?”

It was like someone silenced the entire feast. My friends attempted to dissuade him from answering my next question with gestures but the fool was too stupid to notice.

“My good sir, Duke Varrell was it? Whatever do you mean?” I replied with a soft smile. Varrell pulled off his white gloves and chuckled.

“I mean, dear Wilhelm...