Prompt:
Bring any inanimate object to life. Take it in any direction. Word Count: 120-250 words Expectations: -Remember that you are writing for the King's Academy community. Please be respectful of that community. -Respect the word count -Your work should have a title--this is not part of your word count. -Include your full name and word count at the end of your submission. -Have fun with this challenge. Deadline: 22:00 Tuesday, December 1st Photo Source: https://www.istockphoto.com/vector/household-objects-gm134396501-14300562
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Jawad Alazzeh
11/27/2020 12:47:35 pm
Legends have long told that a mask maker's last mask before he dies will hold some of the master's own life within it. Pietro, the Venetian master painted the last stroke of color on his final mask that he would not see sold. It was a beautiful velvety red, with yellow jawline stripes. His assistant Leonardo hung the mask to be sold the next day, saddened by his master’s passing. It was picked up by an unassuming tourist, Bauta, who placed it above his fireplace in London. The next day, Bauta interviewed for a job as a stockbroker. To relax his nerves, he humorously put the mask on his face, and looked into the mirror. Suddenly, he heard a voice, “Yes? Ask what you seek.” In the mirror he could see the mask’s mouth moving, contorting. “Three questions. I will respond with the absolute truth.”
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Mar Pizarro
12/1/2020 11:51:52 am
The clock in the shop
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Tia Hammad
12/2/2020 01:04:34 am
Thank you so much for submitting. I really enjoyed reading both of your pieces.
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Jaafar Wahbeh
12/29/2020 04:08:17 am
Lightning crossed the sky separating the clouds, like if it separated two companions of this idiosyncratic putrescible life. One of laughter and tears, yet only agony struck James' mind. Thunder roared in the sky like a microphone soothing what was deep down in James heart. What was left of his beloved Anna was a strip of her golden hair remaining on her chain. “Farewell, Anna my life companion… farewell” muttered James’ mouth. As he walked down the street with the heavy stomps of wretchedness. Soon after he could only open his eyes gazing at Anna’s hair holding too tight to his fist like a balsam… His mind raced and dashed. “Anna… my love and companion” his mouth muttered while touching her face. “Wa wa” the baby was shouting as James and Anna soothed him down. “Goaaaaaaal!” shouted James as his son kicked the ball with Anna next to him. The ball of memories kept rolling in the field bringing with it all the seconds that shape a lifetime, bringing Anna’s strip of hair back to life… Was it an omen or a lesson, all I know is “The tears we shed, water the gardens in our hearts'' as Ibn Arabi perfectly put it.
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Jaafar Wahbeh
12/29/2020 04:13:21 am
Seconds Of A Lifetime
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