Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: The White Prince #amwriting #flashfiction 


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He walked through the frozen world elated. The trees were silent and still as ice coated their needles. He was satisfied with what he saw, with winter’s permanent hold on this world. He preferred the isolation and tranquility he found in blizzards that howled and the quietness of a world blanked in thickness of snow afterwards. 

Every day he walked through his Winter Wonderland satisfied that it’s inhabitants remained mostly indoors, only venturing outside when they had to. Life was a vicious battle for survival here and he was proud to have been the one who initiated this struggle. 

Then one morning he walked outside and heard the triumphant roar of a lion; he shivered in fear. He had not heard that roar for milannias. It was the roar that had silenced his mother, that belonged to the beast who ripped out her throat. He felt overly warm, used to frigid cold, feeling furious when he saw that overnight the pine needles of the trees had been freed from their ice cage. The lion roared again and the white prince ran. 

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Poem: Mirrored Refrain – “Darkest Hour” 


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When light is fluorescent pale white,

It’s not the same as pure sunlight,

You loved me at my darkest hour, 

When I loathed myself you loved me.

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When dawn ascends the sky pastel,

Shades of pink, and blue,and pale orange.

When I loathed myself you loved me,

You loved me at my darkest hour.

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Storms come grey, green tornadoes fly,

Shelter I find within your sight.

You loved me at my darkest hour,

When I loathed myself you loved me.

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Eating breakfast while the rain pours,

We need rain, our world’s fire bright orange.

When I loathed myself you loved me,

You loved me at my darkest hour.

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Blizzards white and blinding, nearly froze.

But thought of you, kept up the fight.

You loved me at my darkest hour.

When I loathed myself, you loved me.

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Sky’s clear blue with puffy cotton,

And our sun’s brilliant blazing orange.

When I loathed myself, you loved me.

You loved me at my darkest hour.

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