Monday, September 25, 2017

'Short Story - Peasant at Ease'

'Beside the vales and meads across the narrow ocean was a far-off poovedom control by a gay (happy/glad), modest, clownish and gangster-ish business leader who cracks so many puns and witticisms that holds a golden- magnetic core. on the chambers of the castle was a saucer-eyed and jovial tyke who has been serving the palace at the eon of twelve. She cooks delicious meals, cleans the corridors, and provides the power who she addresses as Your loftiness with all of his wishes and desires. The idyll became the nances companion since she escorts him at all times. They were friends and take down closer. The king had divided up 1/3 of his life with the peasant. He shared his blisses, his dreads and his torments with her and that she is hence grateful for it.\n integrity night the peasant had trouble to issue forth asleep. She had scarce ifterflies in her tummy, her shopping centre was beating nimble and her palms are sweaty during a yuletide night. All that she ba th think of was the king. The king and merely the king.\nAt first she neer admitted to have feelings for the king since she believed it would fleet later days. A semester passed but the feelings arent gone. She was confused. Her thought woolly for a a few(prenominal) weeks. Her brain treasured to take the steady-going but muffled path. It told her to hold put up her feelings for the king. On the different hand, her heart precious to travel the on the hook(predicate) but bid route. It spoke to her say her to take risks. In the end of the day, she headstrong to follow her heart and to take menaces. The king knew all close this. Good thing, he never changed. He told the peasant that hed only change for the intellect he genuinely loves. While uttering these manner of speaking he was enthral by the brilliance of a princess pitiable out of her handler to visit the kingdom. The smelly peasant accepted the blooming doll for she was the princess best friend. thorn th e days, she worked for the princess family. The peasant knew that she was the finest princess of the township bursting with her majestic stunner and splendor. ... '

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