We united in loveless, arranged matrimony. He fell in love with a danseuse and came back to me when his wealth and then his affair ended. I gave my golden anklet to help tide over. When he tried to sell it, the king arrested him for stealing the queen’s anklet and beheaded him without a trial. I proved the king’s folly by breaking open my anklet. It contained rubies. The queen’s contained pearls. The king committed suicide and I burned down the city with my curse. I am posthumously worshiped for my chastity and devotion. I wish I’d been loved a mere mortal.
- Comment
- Reblog
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Invictus 
I’d like to write a clever comment here because this warrants it. But I couldn’t do justice to it. And so I shall just say, I like.
LikeLike
Thanks Crispina. Been resting awhile from writing. Caught in the genre fiction/literary fiction conundrum. Do I want to learn to write lit fic (I find some of the ones in online lit magazines pretentious, some befuddling, and some downright slumber inducing) or pursue genre fic? I feel there has to be a middle path or a blend of the best elements of the two. Genre fiction gets dissatisfying after a bit…will figure out 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m in no position to advice, and yet I will. Write what you feel most comfortable with. If it doesn’t come natural, if it doesn’t flow, the reader won’t read it. Unless they want to be pretentious gits.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Agree! That’s just the kind of affirmation I needed. Thanks 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I speak only from my own experience. But one knows when what you’re doing is RIGHT.
LikeLiked by 1 person