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 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.
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.