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Flash Fiction: Horse Lords

I followed my professor to the last stop of our tour, the purpose of which was to educate us about our history.

He stood with his back to the ginormous horse-head statues and cleared his throat, indicating the need for silence.

“We come to the end of our trip around the country, at the statues that pay homage to beginning of our country, the reason we breathe free air, our two horse lords that aided us in the freedom struggle.”

I raised my hand and fired a quick question at the professor – “Sir, if we are indeed paying homage to something so significant, why did we only put up their heads, should we not have constructed the entire body of our lords?”

My question left the professor scratching his bald head, pondering over the answer and my classmates with a funny, if not fun end to the boring tour…


Word Count: 150

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction – November 11, 2018

#BlogBattle: Educate

In Other Words, ponder…

 

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Twittering Tale: Run

They could sense him coming.

His scythe ready to swing at closest innocent. His mere visage could freeze the very blood of humans. However, for the herd, the source of fear was not the rider. It was the hungry monstrosity he rode.

Just as he hungered for men, it craved foals.

Run!


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tale #99