“My first name is Daniel. I am unable to remember my last name. I am 12 years old. When I was 2 – so I was told – my mother sold me and my twin sister to the Master. I have a very ugly upper lip and he painted the smiling mouth on my face each morning. Everybody at the circus beat me because the Master says I am bad. Last knight I stacked a penknife on his neck when he came out of my sister’s tent. I plead guilty. I want to wash my face because I want to laugh now.”
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Comments: 19
Good drabble, Glory.
I fought (and won!) the urge of developing this into something bigger. Let the readers choose a future for the poor kid, I think it's better this way.
Ellen, your words caught the very essence of it! I couldn't have commented it better myself!
you packed this full in only 100 words..
nice work..
I don't think I will develop this into something larger, it is somehow a bit too dark for what I can handle, considerring that children are involved. I am glad you liked it though, as a fiction piece.
Scary indeed, Sheila. I'm rereading it and I wonder if there's not something wrong with my brains :) Really hope not!
This is GOOOOOD stuff. Don't chicken on me here! I'm really trying (not winning much so far, but still am trying) not to "taint" my imagination with considerations of "too dark" or "too sweet" or thinking how others may consider it.
Nothing wrong with your brains by my standards. And if this is too shocking because it might be true, then it is well done and making people think.
Now ... write more and more and more than more. Anything that pops up should be taken into consideration. :)
I know, I'm behind with my stories. I'll move to a larger place soon and have some privacy. Just me and all the other me's. For a little part of my evening, but it will be a treasure.
As always ... MORE, PRETTY PLEEZE :)