55-Word StoriesSparkler Post
Night of the Masks
On the Night of the Masks, all is hidden. You are in a world of strangers, where anything can be revealed.
Perhaps someone will come to you. Perhaps they will whisper a message that you must guard with your life.
Then you must run, also wearing a mask, on a quest no one can comprehend.
He saw it gleaming on the road, luminous blue beads, arranged in the shape of a flower.
His wallet was stolen. No customers came to his store. The toilet wouldn’t flush. He got a paper cut. He nearly fell into a manhole.
Then the flower slipped from his fingers, and fell into the murky sewers.
After days of waiting, a single sled is seen in the distance. It bumps across the snow, weather-worn and broken.
When it stops in the centre of town, they discover that its supplies are gone. On it lies the driver, unconscious and eaten with frostbite.
A single husky pulls the sled, in a bloodstained harness.
The Princess in the Tower
“Fair maiden, I have come to rescue you!” the prince called up.
“From what?” the princess shouted from the window.
“From the fire-breathing dragon, my lady!”
“He’s my friend!”
“And the tall tower!”
“That’s my observatory!”
“And your life of loneliness!”
“I am not lonely! I have my books!”
So the prince rode away, disheartened.