Monday, February 5, 2018

Introducing the New Princes (Prince Charming Short)

I wrote a short story where there is some competition between the first group of Prince Charmings and the second group. There is a pattern in their names, and they are introduced in order. I wonder if any of you can figure out the pattern. :D

Prompt: “Do you trust me?” “No.” “Smart man.”

Royaume VS Third World

“Thirty seconds!” Master Won shouted through the loudspeaker, “Thirty seconds to pick positions.” The seven Royaume Princes started to scatter, while the Third World Princes huddled together.
“We need a plan.” Jadan said.
“I got one.” Justin said, “I take the back-”
“I am going to charge right through!” James said, as he eyed the ball in the halfway mark.
“Me too.” Joseph agreed, “I plan to keep going whether anything is blocking me or not.”
“I think we need to work together and each-” no one was listening to John. None of them wanted good advice. He was to much of a do gooder.
“I am going to kick a goal.” Jerome said as he pounded his fists together, “I will make this game ours!”
“It's not like we have to try to hard.” Joseph laughed.
“Yeah, this is the first time those sillies ever played.” James said cheerfully. He gestured at the other team.
“We are going to crush them!” Kane agreed, “But you don't have to be rude about it.”
“Hey babies!” Jerome yelled, “You don't know how to play.” the other team continued to huddle together.
“They're scared, we already wupped them!” Joseph cheered.
“I wouldn't count on it!” Justin muttered.

Master Won blew the whistle, and the two teams scattered. Justin noticed that the shortest player on the other team, a mare child stationed himself right next to the Third World goal. The tallest one stationed himself next to the Royaume goal. They have a plan. He thought grimly. The dice were tossed. Royaume won first kick.
“Who is going to kick?” Jadan asked.
“Go team?” the Royaume backers cheered. Instead of answering James tore across the field and kicked the ball.
“Don't hog the ball!” his wife Belle screamed from the stand, “Don't be selfish!” But the ball was already sailing towards the other team. Joseph and Jerome went taring after it. None of the third worlders moved. Justin began to sweat. His whole team was rushing forward. He decided to keep in the back. He did not trust the small boy leaning against the goal.

(Introducing the new princes)

Zeno (Pronounced Zen-o) leaned against the against the enemy goal his half closed eyes not only on the ball, but alertly watching every team member on the enemy side, and his own team. If they didn't stick to the plan they would be completely crushed. One of the enemy stupidly rushed forward and kicked the ball without waiting for his teammates. Zeno was determined to make use of this mistake. He would never trust the enemy, but he would take advantage of their mistakes.

Yaron (Pronounced Yar-on) swayed slightly his eyes on his brother, not on the ball. Zeno nodded and the young man vaulted forward. He caught the ball as it was about to hit the ground, he twisted so he slid on his shoulder and kept rolling onto his back. Jerome, who was every bit as tall as Yaron, reached for him. Yaron snapped the ball into the air. As long as the ball never touched the ground they would not have to do the first kick again. He would rather die then let the enemy win. Although he would prefer it if someone else did the dying.

Xander (pronounced Zan-dar) was waiting in the center field. He caught the ball as it left Yaron's arms. Not waiting to see if Yaron could handle Jerome and Joseph who had collided with him, he dashed past the first kicker, who was gaping at him.
“Go Xander!” his sisters screeched from there side of the stand. Then two enemies were closing in on him.
“Get them, Jadan and John!” a young woman yelled from the side.
“Hush, Elise.” he husband hissed. But Elise was too excited to listen. Xander was trapped.
“Go Xander!” Zeno yelled from the enemy goal. Xander spun around and tossed the ball back in the direction of Zeno.
“What an idiot!” Elise giggled.
“I wouldn't be too sure.” her husband said.

Varek (pronounced Vare-ick) did a flip over the top of James and sent the ball spinning up into the air in a high kick. They seldom did more then send the ball straight up, then straight down again. But that gave Xander a chance to tackle Jadan and John and keep them from getting the ball.

Uli (Pronounced Oo-lee) caught the ball as it came down and dashed in a free stretch towards the goal. He would have made it too, except Justin was still straggling in the back.
“Look out!” Zeno yelled, but it was too late. Justin flipped Uli onto his back and took off with the ball. Justin could run if he wanted too.
“The enemy has the ball!” Yaron said calmly, “We must do something.”
“Haha!” Joseph laughed at him as he wiped mud off his suit, “Don't you get mad?”
“Of course!” Yaron said and flipped Joseph onto his back.

The boys in the middle were too tangled up too stop Justin as he raced towards the Royaume goal. Zeno sprang forward and blocked Justin's path.
“Do you trust me?” he asked in a low voice.
“No.” Justin said automatically.
“Smart man.” Zeno said. He plucked the ball out of Justin's arms and hurled it into the air.
“Power shot!” Uli bellowed. There was no one guarding the Third World goal. All the Royaume players rushed towards it.

Tarek (pronounced Tare-ick) stepped forward and caught the ball. Then with a sigh he stepped over the line and into the goal. There was a dead silence.
“This game is boring.” Tarek said, as if had not just made a winning goal. The crowd went wild, and began to cheer for the Third Worlders.

“Sorry about that.” Zeno said to Justin, “But if you had trusted me I would have felt guilty about stealing the ball.”
“Er- the point of the game is to steal the ball.” Justin explained in confusion.
“I can't believe we just lost to a bunch of little kids!” James howled and flung his hat down.
“We used our heads.” Zeno said with a serious face, “We can beat anyone that way.”

“What do they need diaries for?” Jerome whispered to John sulkily, “They already are perfect and well mannered.” The Third Worlders had lined up to shake the hands of the losers. Even Yaron did, and James had bloodied his nose.


5 comments:

  1. I know the pattern your going backwards with the alphabet



    PETER
    H.

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    1. It wasn't really hard to guess, I suppose. :D

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  2. How did you know it was hard :D


    PETER
    H.

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    1. It wasn't hard! :D

      Can you guess the pattern for their sisters?
      Anne
      Beatrice
      Cassandra
      Deborah
      Ester
      Fiona
      Greda

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    2. HAHA now your going the other way

      It actually wasn't that hard


      Merry

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