Jack stood, a slave of a kingdom that was once his. He swept lifelessly, thinking back upon when he had been ruler, when he had ruled the world. He thought about how he had become a tyrant and had been violently dethroned, through a long and bloody war.
Shattering glass and pottery, men laden with spears, resting in the tickling warmth of the grass.
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Music Short Stories
VampireStories based on songs. I pick a song and have until the song finishes to write a short story.
