Last month, 330Words ran a writing workshop for the young people at the Reclaim Project. This story was produced by one of the writers during the event. Photo kindly provided by Shirley Wootten
The manor house was set with flames.
The boys sleeps, drained. ‘The smoke,’ he thinks, ‘will set me free.’
He awakes. The fire didn’t take him. He is set free. No more living in the manor; tired, sleepy, in pain. The parents are finally gone. ‘All that’s left is you and Me.’
Me is the dog; the only thing that treated him right. Better than parents could. Little Me. As cute as could be.
In the freezing cold winter, he begins to rebuild his manor. As it gets bigger and he gets older, the weather changes.
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The manor is finished, finally. The days get hotter. Coming from a boy to a man, from a man to a king. But, power taking over leaves him like his parents.
‘It is finally time to take a stand,’ thought his servants. Treason it will have to be.
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I think this is a very clever piece of writing, especially considering the age of the author.
Wow;didn’t actually think it would go up lol. I enjoyed writing this and showing the imagery I had and using my imagination. It was one of the best ways to spend a day of my holiday! Would love to write another one but for now I’m an author for one tale! 😛
Anymore interesting pictures let me know! Would love to do it again!:D ♥