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The Chicken of Darkness

About a year ago, I participated in a local creative writing class meant to help young writers develop their skills. One of the games we played was one that I nicknamed "Random Story Dice" (very creative, I know). You assigned each number on one dice to a random object (ex. 1 = clock, 2 = map, 3 = shoe, etc) and the second dice to a random concept (ex. 1 = peace, 2 = love, etc), filling the blanks: The _ of _. Using this random title as inspiration, you had to write a short story of at least a hundred words.


When I rolled the dice, I got The Chicken of Darkness.


Here is the story I wrote (all material is copyrighted SO DON'T STEAL!):


The Chicken of Darkness

A Short Story By Kelsey Gatis


A darkness had swept over the kingdom. People were dying—killing each other for the smallest scraps of food. The land was absent of any green or life. There was no food, no water, and despite the black clouds always covering the sun and the bitter cold of a storm about to strike, it never rained.

My mother, the last living relative I had, was very ill. Something like a plague had come over her, causing her body to decay and her mind to go mad. I couldn’t let her die, too.

This darkness had started the day the new king had been crowned. Whatever this was, it had been him who caused it. King Raymond had been born crazy—he was a mad fool, and no one had seen him for months. I believed he caused this.

So my plan was to find him and kill him.

It was easy to get into the palace. The people who were still alive were too busy fighting for food to notice a small girl breaking into the throne room.

I walked through the wooden doors of the castle, both broken and hanging off their hinges.

A knife in my hand, I entered the throne room and stared upon the seat where the king sat—

Except it wasn’t who I expected.

It was not King Raymond. King Raymond’s dead body was lying motionless in the corner of the room, old blood seeping out of countless scratch wounds covering his entire body, a white feather stuck deep in his eye.

On the throne was a chicken.


THE END


Ok, that's it! It's pretty short (only 261 words) but I think it's perfect. Hope you enjoyed :)

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