Friday, July 16, 2021

VALENTINE’S GRIT Flash Fiction #1

Once there was a President named Jones and he was the dictator of Marjin, a place made for free speech, an island in the Market Globe, in the Pink Solar Systemwhich only had a blue star and a moon in it, besides the planet, of the Rainbow Galaxy, 300,000,000,000,000 lightyears westaway from earth. President Jones loved everything to be PERFECT. No messes at all. One SPILL costs $30. Imagine the cost. Fake and fake happy conversations for everyone but him. Girls wear pink chiffon dresses and boys wear farmers clothes, so President Jones could be the most attractive. All was President Jones’s treatment was kind and flirty. It was always about his lavish lifestyle in his palace. Only his favorite foods were eaten, which was food with VINAGER, and all his people could do was learning normal subjects, but freedom of speech was limited to the same fake conversation spoken by mouth. It was a cruel irony of the name and purpose of the city. Nobody liked him, but one was the one who REALLY had it bad was his forgotten maid, Valentine. She took care of everything in the castle BY HERSELF!!! Nobody loved her and she was alone in the world. She worked sunrise to sunset and wrote her book of revolution at night and slept 3 hours. When she finished her book at age 17, she had worked 9 years of trying to cure President Jones’s foot bacteria. She started a writing movement of people who read and write books about normal subjects with free speech while it seems to President Jones the city was haunted, and a year later, had enough support to overthrow President Jones.The citizens hid so it seemed as they diapered. Valentine hid in his closet dressed as a ghost and scared the president and he ran to the sea, hoped on a boat, never heard of again. The people rejoiced their new freedom and appointed Valentine as Queen Valentine to rule years to come.

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