EXERCISE Picture Challenge #35: Ceremony

Discussion in 'REFINING WRITING' started by redblood, Sep 6, 2015.

  1. INFO: They say that a picture can tell a thousand words. How many can you find?

    Each week a new image will be posted, and your challenge will be to write whatever the image inspires you to write. It can be anything as long as it relates to the picture. A plot, a scene, a short story, a poem, a character, etc. You can write as much or as little as you wish. It's not the length that matters, it's what you put into it. There is no time limit to these challenges, so feel free to jump in at any time.


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  2. Cathy breathed slowly, the cheering of the crowd almost too overwhelming. She gathered the train of the dress in her arm, although it was a more ceremonious gesture than a practical one, since almost half the train was dragging along on the ground. And yet, Ashley was still able to look graceful and composed. Perhaps that was why it was Ashley that walked ahead of her now, newly crowned Queen and Cathy here following behind her. Cathy didn't mind, she knew that her best friend, her confidant, her Queen would not fail her or her people. How funny was it, she woke up a Princess this morning and tonight, will fall asleep a Queen. Cathy felt something tug at her arm, the train! She quickly trailed along, making sure to keep in time.

    "LONG LIVE THE QUEEN! LONG LIVE THE QUEEN! LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!" The people chanted, over and over again. From old men to small young babes, all of Irelia were here to witness their new Queen. Banners were everywhere, coloured Red for the national colour of their country. Red was the colour of the petals thrown, Red was the colour of blood, Red, was the colour of victory. Dances and songs were heard all through out the streets, although mostly over powered by the mass chanting. The alcohol flowed freely, meed for all! Even the local drunks were too happy to start any drunken brawls, well not just yet anyway. Yes, it was such a joyous occasion. Yet it was all tainted. The lavish balls, the expensive banquets. Everything was but a sad cover up, all the events were mere shadows of what Irelia used to offer. The real reason people laughed without fear, was because for once in the last seven years, they had an excuse. An excuse to forget about the war. Sappohnia had been slowly making its way through, Irelia was almost half it's original size. It hung over the people like a dark, thunderous cloud. One prepared to strike at any moment. And so they partied. The Coronation was the excuse they so sorely needed to blow the rest of their gold and pretend that they were once more the wealthy, thriving country of the victorious.

    With all the celebrating and cheering, one could even forget the 'reason' they were all there. Queen Ashely Catherine Nuzum. Cathy couldn't pry her eyes away from her. The people were so happy, but the same could not be said for their Queen. Something on the her expression was not right. The way she carried herself, it was almost as if an invisible burden had been heaved onto her shoulders. Her eyes were neither here nor there, but they were searching. For what, Cathy could not tell. It was almost if the person Cathy knew, had served upon for as long as she could remember, had disappeared. As if in those last few hours, she had changed beyond compare. Her eyes were sad, Cathy did not think to question why Ashely did not interact with the people, but she should of. Soon the ceremony was over, soon the dancers danced no more. Ball gowns were put away, the sweet notes of the bards last song soon forgotten. Now everyone remembered why they were here, why they needed such a young Queen in the first place. The war would not be over soon, and try they might, no dancing or singing would ever change that fact.
     
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