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Woah! This is really good!!!!
!!! Thank you!! I really appreciate that :) It’s part of a larger story if you want to check the rest out on my blog: x
I like the childish perspective and logic of "The Tragedy of Rachelle King"! You should consider reading the book “Room" by Emma Donoghue because I got similar vibes from that (your style is still original, there are just some interesting similarities).
I’m glad you like the style!! I wanted to tell a story where you get to see scattered but connected thoughts that go through a person’s mind in the moment of any given event. The plot is kinda ridiculous (as are the plots in most of my stories) in “The Tragedy of Rachelle King,” but I like to think the poetic/stream of consciousness style saves the piece. Rachelle grows up over the course of the story, so unfortunately we don’t get to see much more of a child-like perspective after the first two or three sections. Her thoughts will become more complex and concrete, but I hope you still continue to like the writing style!!
I’ve been told to read “Room” before, but it seems like such a psychologically taxing story :( Maybe I’ll find an excerpt and sample it before I dive in headfirst.
The Spydar and the Conch: 9/9
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Empress Nami landed in a damp turquoise cavern with a great splash. It was a beautiful shimmering room with a large red coral-framed bed and a reflective waterfall. Somewhere in the room, a time-kreeper buzzed.
“Naturally, she has left her time-kreeper in her bedroom. It is no wonder that she never answers me!” Nami, resigned, began admiring herself in the Looking Liquid; her mark of the Spydar was sparkling beautifully in the reflective room.
“Empress Nami! What are you doing here?”
Nami whirled around to the sight of Queen Anom entering the room, her hand holding up the perpetually unbalanced Conch on her head. Before Nami could answer, a tall, skinny, blue man with what looked like a replica Conch on his head entered the room after Anom. He did not seem to notice the Arachnid Empress and continued talking stuffily to the Queen Conch.
The Spydar and the Conch: 8/?
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(21:41) How about a decaweek from tomorrow?
“A decaweek from tomorrow!” Nami hissed as she lounged in the Weaving Room next to the loyal Spydar Rook Henry. “This torch complains to me about losing time to Ayidaas, and yet she would have us wait a decaweek before she faces us? I just want to get this over with already!”
“Mm…yes, Empressness, I agree,” Henry responded absently as he unsuccessfully attempted to simultaneously eat a fly-cracker from each of his six hands. The crackers crumbled on his stout belly as Nami watched with disgust out of the corners of her two right eyes. Her left eyes were focused on her time-kreeper.
The Spydar and the Conch: 7/?
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Days later, the legendary Ixel sat in a shadowy mountain cave awaiting her appointment with the wise and wistful Foreseer of Doom, the immortal Asheya. She sat and waited and sat some more. She lied on the cold cavern floor, absentmindedly checking her time-kreeper. The appointment was supposed to begin 40 decons ago, and she only got one kreeper message from Asheya saying, “Running late! Will be there soon!” Ixel groaned and flipped onto her stomach. Should she message Nami and Anom?
The Spydar and the Conch 6/?
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The hour of the Invasion dawned, and the two ferocious armies, led by the The Mark of the Spydar and the Ancient Conch, met at the border between Oceanistan and Arachnica. At the head of one stood the sparkling Queen Conch Anom, and at the head of the other, the dazzling Arachnid Empress Nami. Both beautiful and terrifying in their own rights, they faced one another, ready to carry on the tradition of centuries. Each leader harbored a deep-seated hatred for the other; it was in their blood to be enemies.
The fighting began just as it always had. Empress Nami commanded her loyal Spydar warriors while Queen Anom used her Baleful Bards to control her Oceani warriors. The melee continued until it seemed there was but one fighting entity; there was no line between Oceani and Spydar. That is, until a there was an eruption from the center of the brawling mass.
The Spydar and the Conch: 5/?
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In Oceanistan, Queen Anom stood in her turquoise chambers, admiring her scales in the reflective Looking Liquid. She repositioned the Conch on her head for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. “Ugh! Stop falling. You are making me look foolish,” Anom shouted into the Liquid. Somewhere in the room, her time-kreeper buzzed, but she did not seem to notice. Sir Eatsalot bust into the room, looking haughty and predictably unamused.
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The Spydar and the Conch: 5/?
To read this story in its entirety click here.
In Oceanistan, Queen Anom stood in her turquoise chambers, admiring her scales in the reflective Looking Liquid. She repositioned the Conch on her head for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. “Ugh! Stop falling. You are making me look foolish,” Anom shouted into the Liquid. Somewhere in the room, her time-kreeper buzzed, but she did not seem to notice. Sir Eatsalot bust into the room, looking haughty and predictably unamused.