“How can a space be so expansive at the top, and so claustrophobic on the floor? I can barely breathe…” l said, looking at the teeming crowds around me,
“Why should it be so? Breathing gets difficult on rarefied mountain peaks. You are in the mainstream hub.” I thought my companion was getting philosophical, and tried to match his mood.
“It is suffocating to think of all the people who will be sacrificed, for a few to reach that rarefied peak.”
Little did I know that he was already formulating a strategy, and I happened to his next victim.
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Oh dear! Next victim!
Nicely written!
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Thank you so much!
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Move away from him. Go to the geology hall – the radion will destroy him and then you will become empress as foretold by the gypsy at your birth.
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WOW! It is a wonderful twist. Guess we should have a ‘serailized story’ contest, with episodes being written by the next participant.
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Very interesting.
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Thanks!
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Oh dear. Well, the fact that you’re telling the story means either you escaped, or you’re speaking from the grave 🙂
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Being killed can be metaphorical 🙂
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Uh oh… so much for trying to match his mood!! Well done! 😉
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Thanks 😊
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Everyone who has reached the top has had to trample over a few people along the way. Nice take Reena.
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Thanks, Iain!
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Uh oh.
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An interesting take on the prompt.
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Thank you, Penny!
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From the words of a ghost.
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A good spin on it. Thanks!
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Intriguing. Something quite sinister going on here.
Click to read my FriFic tale
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great story. What is the strategy, I wonder?
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Will depend on the characters 🙂 Thanks!
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