STORY STARTER
“Your crown is made of the people’s bones and hunger.”
Use this dialogue to set the scene for a short story.
Corrupt Queen
“Your crown is made of the people’s bones and hunger. We need a new queen! A better queen!” Some lowly peasant yelled at me as I stepped out onto my balcony. Adjusting my crown, I flashed the crowd a menacing smile, one that implied that a dangerous fate would come to all those who crossed me, but my warning didn’t seem to work. They continued to yell.
“You’re the queen alright… the queen of violence, blood, and pain!”
“You aren’t good enough for the throne!”
“Vile woman! We hope you perish!”
Chatter of agreement filled the air and my smile grew with each hateful word. I leaned over and whispered to one of my guards, “annihilate them. Burn their homes to the ground, torture them in any ways possible, and kill every last one of them. Don’t let a single one of these imbeciles live to see the sunrise.” The guard’s eyes went wide, but he quickly informed the others of their task. They started to descend the castle stairs. I turned back to face my pathetic subjects and in an obviously sarcastic voice, said, “oh no, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know that you all felt that way about me! I’ll make sure to find you a much better queen!” I laughed as the castle gates flew open and my guards emerged, carrying quite the assortment of weapons on them.
The guards torched the homes those traitors lived in, and I hummed a happy time as I listened to the cries of pain and terror. The filthy citizens were killed slowly and painfully, just as I had hoped.
My crown was made of the people’s bones and hunger, but I wore it with pride, a smirk on my face.
I watched as the people were killed off, one by one, smiling all the while. “What a glorious sight…” I whispered to myself, not knowing that there was a figure looming over me.
I only came to that realization when they spun me around to face them and plunged a knife deep into my stomach. It was one of my guards. Blood leaked from the gaping wound in my stomach.
“W-why?” That was all I had the strength to say before I coughed up some more blood.
“I’m sorry, but I could no longer bear to work under someone as corrupt and bloodthirsty as you. Goodbye, my queen…” the guard said.
I wanted to scream, but all that I could do was cry. I knew I was going to die, so I cried and cried until the world went dark. It was my time for karma to come and kick me in the ass…
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