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Two-Sentence Stories: Medieval Fantasy (November 2020)

Last month, we talked about some thoughts about micro-fiction and started on some two-sentence horror stories.

This month’s two-sentence tales are all medieval fantasy-themed and have some general thoughts or facts to go along with them.

Find more two-sentence stories here.


Two-Sentence Story: "The knight saw his broken sword on the ground. And he knew he was finished."


Fact: In medieval times, a knight’s sword was broken if he was disgraced in some way and his knighthood was taken from him.



Two-Sentence Story: "Are you juxtaposing that to mean that the knight is going to save the animals and the environment?" he asked his son. / "Not really," said his son, an artist. "I was just playing with the shapes in the background." Image of a knight with a surreal background featuring a large cow.


Not everything has to have meaning in art or writing. Sometimes, you’re just “playing around.” 🙂



Two-Sentence Story: "It is a ceremony about food," she said. "It varies a little, but it seems to start with some type of meat (either tan or pink), and in the end, an orange of golden-colored dessert."


How would someone from a different time (or even just a different place) see our holiday rituals?


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"Time-Comber's Book" Series, Historical Fiction, Life Stuff, Paranormal/Spiritual Fiction, posts

“The Time-Comber’s Book, #8: Self Critical in Victorian England” (Flash Fiction Series)

Entry #8

The portal brought me to my next stop: what appeared a beautiful tea parlor in Victorian times. A woman with voluminous hair piled on her hand, not a strand out of place and looking as a piece of artwork on its own, scrambled all about. The room itself was in lovely form: A set of matching chairs with small blankets for guests hanging over their backs encircled a round table. On the side stood a smaller square table, with some elaborate ornamental frames.

The woman scurried about in a dress with a hefty skirt—yet it seemed impossible for her to trip over it even with her hurried steps. She frenzied about with some teacups, which she set upon the table, excitement with the preparations bubbling in the room around her, emanating from her.

Then she glanced at the frames and stopped. I saw not who was pictured in the black and white photographs, but I felt the Victorian’s heart gathering around a memory in her mind—then her heart fell.

“Why did I do that?” she whispered to herself. “I shouldn’t have done that….” And she slumped into one of the perfect chairs.

And though the home around her was ideal, everything in place and lavish as could be, I could feel some wound within her that was never able to heal.

There are moments in life when everything around us is perfect. But as human beings, people make some ridiculous mistakes. And that’s okay…really. Everyone still deserves to heal.






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