Exercise: Three Random Words . . .

I am such a queen of cheese, and I didn't realise how much until this exercise cropped up. Usually during writing exercises I come up with anything that revolves around the weird and bizarre (as you haven't read any, you'll just have to take my word for that). This time it is just pure cheese - no ifs or buts. But I suppose it's not too bad for something that was created on the spur of the moment.

Exercise: Three random words picked. Write a piece revolving around them:

Words: Every Plum Tree

The sight of her was stunning to the king's eye, a vision of simplistic beauty. She sat amid the row of plum trees, innocently holding a freshly picked plum in her hands. He sat and watched with a mixture of horror and intrigue, hidden behind the leaves that sat between them. She had no idea that he was there, believing herself to be alone in the dense plum farm but she was wrong, and if it had been anyone else they would have been lead away to the block.

But she! She took the king's breath away, stole it from his very lungs without him realising, and he felt weakened by it. The late queen's plum farm had been solely hers. Her love of the fruit and her wishes to grow them and share them with the kingdom had captured everyones hearts, but the day she died filled their very souls with a grieving cloud. No longer could the king look upon his late wife's glorious farm without his heart being torn to shreds.

It was then, four months after her death, that the king ordered the destruction of the farm. Every plum tree was to be destroyed and not one was to be left standing . . . until he saw her, the fair maiden, the stranger in his court. Just who was she?

As she raised her hands and took a bite from the forbidden fruit, his heart lurched with want. She was completely unaware that she was captivating him, ensnaring him with her innocent charm. He just had to meet her.

Soon she became known throughout the kingdom and was loved by all, just as the queen was herself. Her own love for the forbidden fruit and her innocent wanders through the plum trees had lifted the shadows from every heart. She had given the people their joy back.

And the plum trees had been saved.