**The Ogre’s Curse**

**The Ogre’s Curse**

Written by Mohammed Tajul Islam

The life of an orphan boy was a merciless nightmare sewn together by hunger and humiliation. His days bleed at night, his ribs protruding like a cage stick, and his stomach is a hollow hole withheld into the sky. The villagers' laughter followed him like Gaia. *"Work, you are miserable! Or will you throw bones at the dog?" *"The cruelty carved a scar lower than the eyelashes of his master's whip.

444 Despair drove him to the estate of a wealthy landlord. The boy's duty was to care for the cows, but the beast was treated better than he. Every night, the landlord started to storm, hissing at his silk robes as he inspected the cows. When the animal swelled, he slammed the boy with a stick covered in rusty claws. *"Lazy Unimin!"* He was groaning. *“Are you starving my cow to steal my grain? Tonight, you are nibbling on the dirt! “*Young blood colored the hay. His lashes were owned by the landlord’s laughter.

One afternoon, the boy ventured through the fields of the Sun-Safe, reaching a place that even the crows feared leaving the cremated area. The air here is burnt flesh and dirt from forgotten souls. The skeleton in his heart - the Banyan tree and his roots were wrapped around a snake-like, crumbling grave. The grass became a crime here, a sick green glowing under the pale sun.

444 blades in his hand, the boy grew lush chopped, his sweat mixed with the Aschera shop. However, fatigue lay beneath the knotty shadows of Banyan. When he woke up, the moon was hanging like the eyes of the sky. A wet, rhythmic *crunch* echoed through.

444 He freezes his breath.

There was a nightmare creature on the branch - a high container of leaves, his skin was burnt and tattered, burning like an ember at the funeral. On his claws is a semi-crappy body hanging from a flat grave. The Ogers jaws, excluded by the nasty *cracks*, devoured the limbs with a grotesque flavour. The boy's cry cried in his throat as the Ogre's head paved over him and gave way to his lace teeth.

444 **"Mortal Dirt!" **When we landed, we roamed and shook the earth. The boy was raw behind him, but the ogre grabbed him, and his claws dropped his flesh. * "Why do you contaminate my domain?"

444 trembling, the boy curved in his story, hunger, cold nights in junk straw. The ogre's handle loosens in his shock. *"Go,"*It rumped him and threw him into the river. *"Or I'll celebrate your liver."*

444

*"P-Bitte," the boy cried, breaking his voice. *"Forest... He lives in the shadows. I will die there! "*

444 Oger started, his melted view on the boy's sinking cheeks. With a groan, he disappeared into the darkness and returned at a twisted banquet: a roasted Everk head with plump fruit, black nectar, maggot-like curvy milky unknown eyes and honey sweets. *"Eat", *Order.

444 Young knob, but obeyed, everyone bit his vein in unnatural warmth. As dawn flows into the horizon, the ogre leaning close by, his voice as the whispers of the grave. *"Repeat these words when death chases you." *"But pay attention to this - strength demands a victim." * His claws chased the boy's neck, drawing a pearl of blood. * "She and your soul belong to me." *

444 ---

The boy returned to the village as king.

Vocals and division of the earth, vomiting of gold and jewels. The palace of obsidian and bones breaks out overnight, and its tower claws into the sky. But wealth could not silence the landlord's greed.

The tyrant stormed the boy's gate with a dagger in his hand. *"Thief!"* He spits out the blade of the boy's neck and pushes it. *"I will confess your sins, or I will carve them out of your flesh!"

444 ---

444 **Midnight. **

The landlord woke up to icy water in his bed. The ogre met him, the gaping gap laughing. *"Cum On", *It drove him out into the woods at his ankles and dragged him. The man's screams were torn apart as the ogre fell into the river and hugged him under his lungs. 444 * "beg", * bent and pulled up.

444 * "Merry!"

* "Merry?" * "You have it - today." * "But touching the boy again, I will take you to your own river of blood. slow. ”*

444 ---

The boy's reign flourished, but the village whispered. The shadows bent when he came. The dog had a way to his goal. And in the middle of the night, the Banyan tree groaned, and its branches were large with spectral figures. The boy often stood at the window of his palace, holding a gold coin and looking at the crematorium. For a few nights, he vowed to see shining eyes in the darkness. The voice of gravel heard in the wind:

444 * "Man...her debt will remain." *

444 He smiled.

444 After all, each curse hides a blessing.

444 and all the blessings...price.