Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!
A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!
With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction prompt based off a photo. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!
(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)
“This place used to be so beautiful…” Her voice was a soft whisper as she glanced around, almost afraid of disturbing the overgrown peace the palace had taken on.
Surprisingly, the glass archway and doors that opened to the walkway leading to the once lush garden weren’t shattered. They were dirty, streaked by rain and pollen, bits of mud or bugs, but the panes had never shattered in the elements and forces of nature. The doors stood wide open to allow an arm of vines to creep their way into the terrace room.
Mother nature was reclaiming everything here now since the place had been abandoned. Vines growing along all the walls and overtaking the walkways. Insects and animals having made their homes inside the rooms. Cobwebs adorning the corners of the rooms. There was no furniture anymore, or hardly any left. Most she was sure had been destroyed or pilfered off, but what was left was now weathered with age and falling into shambles.
It looked as if birds had pecked at the soft cushions of velvet chairs for the fluff for their nests. The paint on the walls was cracked and chipping away, leaving little flakes polka dotted over the floor. The once polished and fine woodwork was now discolored and withering in decay, ants having bored their way into it to make the place their home now.
Slowly, she turned in a circle to take it all in. The once whole bright and lively place returned to peace and serenity at nature’s hands. She could still imagine the time she spent here, before the wars destroyed their city and they were forced to flee across the borders.
The chandeliers used to twinkle with the lights, hanging high above the partygoers enjoying a dance or two. Flowers and bright colors had been everywhere, portraits of loved ones adorned the walls with paintings of the utmost famous at their sides. The grand staircase always adorned in ribbons and bouquets during the balls. Tapestries hung everywhere along the walls and beds. It had been a marvelous castle and reign in its prime.
Maids and servants would bustle about happily in their duties, chatting and laughing along with the rest when her parents hadn’t been the stuck up snobby kind that looked down their noses at anyone beneath them. The people respected them and had full trust in their abilities, there was no governing by fear or poverty. They had been a truly togetherness reign, for the people and not just for their own riches and glory as most Lords and Ladies now were.
She sighed to herself as she looked out the spotted windows at the garden of weeds now, one old gnarled hand trailing along the glass. “I wonder if that is what made others look at us as such a threat.”
Neighboring cities getting word of their prosperity and equality, giving them hope of overthrowing their own tyrannies for something better, or trying to leave to settle in their city of Alminearta here. It had threatened what all those other power hungry buffoons wanted and she feared it was the reason for their city’s downfall. For the attacks that ransacked and destroyed their homes and forced them in the end to flee into the night with barely a pack on their backs.
That had been ages ago now, years and years. She had been a young lady then, and now she was an old woman. She had only returned finally because all was now lost and she wanted to see the glory that was her home one last time before nature claimed her body as well.
She turned at the kind and gentle voice to look at one of her servant companions standing in the door to the terrace. He gave a small bow in respect.
“The carriage is waiting, we must return now. I am deeply sorry for the time cut short down memory lane.”
She gave the young man a gentle smile. “Don’t be.”
One last longing and reminiscing gaze of hers traveled over the once bright palace and grounds. Before returning to her servant though, she reached up and took off her tiara she had brought along. One of the few things they had fled with that fateful night. She crouched slowly, her knees creaking, and placed the jeweled tiara in the vast sea of vines creeping in through the door before getting back up and turning to leave.
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