Week 15: Mar

2/9/2022

Prompt:
In solidarity with the 8th grade class, which had to go online this past week, write a story about isolation.

Word Count:
120-150 words

Submissions:
-Leave your response in the comments section. If you are interested in reading past submissions, you can find the stories there as well.

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, February 15th

Photo Source:
https://health.clevelandclinic.org/how-long-do-you-need-to-isolate-after-having-covid-19/

4 Comments

lara a.

2/9/2022 11:15:38 am

"The Dragon"
It had been many years since I'd seen anyone.
When I first arrived, I didn't realise that the flickering lantern making its way up the hill was the last person I would lay eyes on. I enjoyed the solitude, knitting and reading and hoarding. I was told my spot was the best, the safest, to keep my treasures intact.
I did not anticipate the silent evenings spent staring out of the mouth of my cave. The knights I once scorned became fixtures in my dreams, and I traced over my old scars, wishing I still had somebody to fight. My pile of gold stayed the same; my boredom and loneliness grew. And so, one morning, I left my treasures unguarded. I stretched my legs, felt the sun on my wings, and took flight, searching for a human to battle.

Jessica

2/9/2022 11:25:25 am

Strangely, it was only then that I realized that the walls that once protected me from the cold were now the cage I was trapped in. Walls; they were everywhere. I could touch them, feel them, maybe even smell them - or maybe I was finally losing that sanity of mine. The idea was bizarre enough, but when I realized I only had a cellphone as company, I laughed out loud. Yes, I was finally losing it. I could very possibly die in here, with only the walls holding my hand. Alright, maybe even a floor... or a ceiling? And yet, birds chirped outside my lonely window. They probably even flew in the sky. They, no doubt, must have reached the clouds - I would not have been surprised. Alas, it was only then that I understood the meaning of freedom; only then that I wished I was a bird.

Abdullah Abu Halimeh

2/9/2022 10:18:29 pm

Crimson Witch of Flames

"I must keep going, …for him" she wept.
The crimson witch rose from her frozen tomb of isolation, her true colors shone through light seeping through the cracks in the ice. Having emerged in the form of a hellfire butterfly she remembered the reason she had imbued herself with liquid fire. Looking at the ice only then did she see the monster she had become. The seething flames hidden deep inside her pale flame of agony had now been set free. Writhing in agony, the liquid flames underneath her funerary mask burned her, scorching her frozen skin. As she wept she remembered him. "170 years ago, he was taken away from me. The only reason for me to allow my pale flame to flicker and burn, to ignite into a blaze, was to save him... To avenge him. This is my molten moment, my isolation, I must keep going… for him.

Mar

2/16/2022 11:33:15 am

Congrats Abdullah!
You won this weeks competition! I truly loved how you did something with this medium that you very rarely see, worldbuilding!. I was wowed the way you hinted at a larger world than the one you showed in your paragraph, without over explaining or making the story feel riddled with holes. I also loved the way you showed the isolation that comes from loss in a way only a truly great writer can.

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