Microdosing - 90mg of a Tower
Prompt: Tower
Today on Microdosing our prompt is Tower!
Write a story in 90 words!
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The poster promised a tale as old as time — a princess in the tower, reward: a mountain of gold.
Jonathan didn’t hesitate; the vision of gold clouding his brain and stuffing his ears. Oblivious to the lack of mountains and lakes he had to cross. Ignorant to the absence of the mighty dragon, he climbed the tower.
Clumsy Jonathan tumbled into the princess’ room. The smell of rotten meat kicked him in the teeth. The gruesome growl of the hairy beast heralded his end.
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90mg - Tower
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She watches from the tower window—children laughing, couples holding hands, old women feeding pigeons.
No one ever looks up.
Her room is small, the walls are blank. She presses her palm to the glass, fogging it with her breath. Down below, a girl drops her ice cream and cries, the mother stops to help.
No one helps her.
The door is locked. Has always been locked.
She taps the glass, softly at first, then harder.
She screams.
No one hears.
The world moves on.
She stays locked away forever.
90mg of a Tower–A Monty Story
Each morning, Monty ascends the balcony like a silent king returning to his tower. The old garden-chair pillow, sun-bleached and fur-worn, waits faithfully. From this perch, he watches bees flirt with lavender and wind ripple the grass like secrets being whispered. Once, other paws claimed this spot—he knows. Sometimes, he sniffs the air and pauses, as if memory has a scent. The tower holds them all, in fur and shadow. Monty curls into himself, tail wrapped like a vow. The world turns below. Above, he guards what only cats remember.