ALERT BEFORE READING: THIS WRITING HAS NOT BEEN EDITED. JUST FREE WRITING WHEN INSPIRED.
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She was mesmerized by the dancing lights that adorned the stonewalls. But as much as the beauty capture her attention, her awareness of their tricks allowed her to recognize the trap they had planned. She had encountered them many times before. For Aisha, these little games they played were a delightful pastime now. Although each one unique in its nature, they all shared a common trait. Dark and twisted, capable of breaking bones if one wasn’t cautious.

Her hair, the color of autumn leaves, flowed in the gentle, warm night breeze. Aisha’s lips curled into a smile, revealing her amusement. Even now, as an adult, she still felt a rush of excitement at the thought of playing games like she did as a child. Her sanity relied on it. When she wasn’t listening to her father’s shouts or her mother’s cries. She would refuse to acknowledge her sisters’ futile prayers to the gods for their brother’s return. Outside, she would sing with the shadows and bet on their charades.

Aisha had been crowned queen on their board, and they loathed it. And now, amidst the sound of wicked laughter echoing through the old ruins, she stared at a new match in front of her. With a smirk, she pictured smoke rising into the sky, choking the air with its acrid smell. This would be a game that she was going to love playing. One full of fire and ash.

Written by – Coushatta LaRue.

Note: Writing is by me! The ART in the picture is by an AI art app called #nightcafe. Made with my prompts.