Our gracious host, Rochelle, is asking us to get
creative in 100 words or less using the photo
seen below. This is Friday Fictioneers.
Deep within ancient stone fortress walls lay the Crimson Keep, a sleeping kingdom bound by silence. For a hundred years, no laughter stirred its towers, and no breeze warmed its empty gray courtyard.
Only a lonely blacksmith remembered the ancient legend. Driven by hope, he forged magic into metal, crafting crimson poppies that would never wither.
One dark night, he planted the fiery iron flowers along the castle path.
As dawn broke, a magical glow swept over the walls. The metal petals bloomed with life, shattering the silent curse. The sleeping gates swung open, and joy restored the fortress forever.
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100 Words
This is “Castle Walls” by Styx
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