Member-only story
The Roads Not Taken Led Me Here
Into Folklore #9 — “this is me trying”
Ophelia sank back into her bed and cried as she stared up at the ceiling.
Somehow, she had survived the assassination attempts and her mad inclination to try drowning. Horatio had kept his promises, but still she sensed there was some calamity ahead.
“Hamlet may be gone,” Horatio told her before he left on his voyage overseas, “but you are your own ship, Lia. Don’t let them tell you otherwise. You forge your own path, no matter what the Fates try to tell you.”
But still the tears came. Anxiety had always been her enemy.
Madness seemed kind in comparison.
Beautiful beginnings can sometimes come from the weeds. Do you appreciate Taylor Swift’s Folklore album? Then follow along for this series of microfiction; this one was based off “this is me trying,” track number nine.
For my other 100-word stories, check out the lists below:
