The history of the potato is a long and hilarious one. They weren’t as hated as the dreaded tomatoes but they were hardly the new Black Plague in terms of popularity.
Word Count: 100
Genre: (Somewhat) Realistic Historical Fiction
Title: New World Invasion
The royal alchemist wiped sweat from his brow; he hadn’t slept in days. But this is king’s work— God’s work. “The fruit gives no answers, liege” he said.
“So it’s a fruit?” the king asked. He leaned closer to table— a protective blanket lays over it.
“Just conjecture,” the alchemist said. “Please step away. It is still very dangerous.”
The king scoffs but there is fear in his eyes. “Enough with this waiting.” He flings the blanket away. “Good God,” he breathes. “It’s hideous.”
The outlandish potato snarls silently on the table, thick with the stink of the New World.
I’m thinking of changing my home page so that its more relevant to the books that I’m writing and want to release. I’m just a small-time fantasy writer who has only a questionable grasp on marketing. So I might as well hedge my bets until their formed into nice little topiary rows.
Good luck, you brave writer folk!