The following is a featured 100-word story from the December Writing Challenge.


The snow began to fall as the trees went dormant for the winter. Icicles began to form on the bare branches, casting sparkling lights when the sun hit them just right. Just like her. She was a ray of dazzling light dancing in the snow. Weaving in and out of the trees, playful as a child. She was everything I wanted and everything I could never have. I was the bastard son and she was next in line for the throne. Who was I to want her, when I was her protection? Doomed to watch her fall for another man.




Alanna Gray

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