Sheela Word is a research psychologist who enjoys writing fiction about interpersonal relationships and cultural conflicts. Her publications include a humorous middle-grade novel, a collection of romantic short stories written in Elizabethan-style prose, and a picture book about a young boy's first experience with death.
The Princess in the Armoryby Sheela Word
"As ginger seasons sauce, so doth jesting quicken colloquy." Princess Theresa's best friend is her cousin Mark. Both are studious and quiet. When Mark returns from University, however, she finds him changed. His friend, Prince Lateef, no doubt, has led him astray. Lateef is too handsome and charming to be trustworthy. (Short story, 10,370
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"As ginger seasons sauce, so doth jesting quicken colloquy." Princess Theresa's best friend is her cousin Mark. Both are studious and quiet. When Mark returns from University, however, she finds him changed. His friend, Prince Lateef, no doubt, has led him astray. Lateef is too handsome and charming to be trustworthy. (Short story, 10,370 words)
"Each day you shall walk out with me and...relate to me one precept that shall further the right governance of my State...Only one," entreated the Prince....
"I consent," she said at last.
"Ah, that is good," said the Prince. "But on second thought, 'tis not a just exchange. I shall be too much in thy debt. For my 'not doing' is thy only gain."
"'Tis no matter," said Theresa.
"Nay, I cannot be easy about it....Methinks I shall tutor thee, as well, in courtly graces. For thou hast been pleased to tell me I am gifted with charm."
"'Tis a matter of fine dress and suchlike. I care not for such matters."
The porter held open the great iron door, and Lateef followed Theresa into the palace. "'Tis clear I have much to teach thee," he murmured, as the door clanged shut behind them.
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My heart thumped. I was lying in the nurses office at school. Its going to be all right. I tell myself. I look to my left and see the needle with a circular disk on the tip. The person giving me this thing was wearing a heavy lab coat and a mask. I closed my eyes tight, hoping towake up at home. It was simple. All students at the age of eleven get an injection of The Moniter. This object read your mind and listened to you. A certain person would sit in a lab and watch as different symbols scrolled onto the screen according to the subject's thoughts. I was getting mine early. I aced every test and crushed everybody in the athletic activities. I am 10. My name is Eden. I am the first 10er in the history of Moniters. The needle came closer, closer, and a soft snapping sound shot out of the needle, and I felt pain jolt hrough my body. I resist the urge to scream. I open my eyes, breathing hard. I look at my arm, and in my shoulder rests a tiny disk that will stay there for a few years. I am left alone in the office to recover, when I hear my mom yelling. "Aleady?! Not Eden! My daughter!" She wailed. I tuned out the shouts and tried to sit up. It was hard, but I did it. I swung my legs over, and- it was to much. My last vision and thought was the floor. Not now. Then, I blacked out. <br> <p> Please comment! I might make a warrior cat story soon, so stay tuned to hear about my stories! <br> <p> ~Ice
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