Carrot Ranch, Decembeworking-template-for-ff-challenges20.pngr 21, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) include white flowers in your story. This is a repeat prompt, but one that has an ability to be emotive. Humor, drama, irony — go wherever the white flowers lead.Respond by December 26, 2017 (Happy Boxing Day!) to be included in the compilation (published December 27). All writers are welcome! Rules are here. Except I am breaking the Ranch rules  this week and presenting 375 words. 

Once upon a time there was a king who had everything necessary and much that was imaginable and who always wanted more. He had a great many servants, among them a girl who tended to the horses in the royal stable.

One day she was surprised to find that the king’s men had captured a large bird, which was kept in a locked stall in the stable. It fell to her to look after this strange creature.

She observed that every day it pulled its own feathers to make a writing quill, and every day drew its own blood to use as ink, that every day it might write its own story.

“Oh, Bird, doesn’t that hurt?”

“Yes, it hurts.”

“Then, why?”

“Because”, the bird squawked, “At this time, in this place, I have no song.”

And the girl could not get the bird to eat or drink and could not get it to stop pulling its own feathers and drawing its own blood. She could not get it to stop writing. And she could not bear the pain of its silence. She stole the king’s key and unlocked the stall door. “Go”, she urged it, “While you still have feathers enough to escape.” The bird thanked her and took flight and as it did, its written words took feathered form, and took flight, and became a great wheeling flock of birds, each one a purposeful song that filled the sky and filled the girl’s heart with joy.

The great bird circled back and landed in front of the girl. Already, with its words singing in the treetops it looked replenished, its feathers grown back in. “You did a brave thing, for the king will be very angry with you. How can I repay you? Name it.”

“Oh no”, said the girl. “You have brought birdsong back to the kingdom. That is all I need.”

“Take this.” The bird pulled a white feather and handed it to the girl. “With this quill your words will sing and your spirit will soar. And yes”, the bird said as it flew away, “There will be pain.” The girl held the quill like a white flower; she held it like a sword; she held it as the key to her own escape.


Part two: Still in Flight


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  2. Wow! What an inspired and beautiful story. I love the conclusion. You are the girl with the quill whose words sing, and I hope spirit soars. Writing can be painful; and there are times both to use it like a flower to create sweetness and kindness, as shown by the girl’s act of selflessness. There are also times to use it like a sword to cut down wrongdoings and tell the story as it is, to fight for what is right. Writing can be a key that helps us escape through our words and imaginings, it can also assist readers to escape. I’m pleased you gave us the longer version. Thank you.
    It brings to mind this song by Van Morrison:

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    • You are so very kind. But shhh, this is written for Charli, but she hasn’t seen it yet. I really wanted to get her a story this week, and the prompt led here after some false starts. And I don’t think she’d mind some rule breaking. I just wrote, 99 be danged. (Though that habit makes for cleaner writing any time I’m finding) My initial start on the fairy tale had her as a princess, but that didn’t go right. So I gave her some horses and that seemed to fit. Anyway, shh, its a surprise.
      Happy Holidays, dear Norah.

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