There once was a king who had it all, everyone respected him.
He was known as the most peaceful ruler. His secret, he had his everyone by a rope. Controlling their actions, words and movements. Every once in a while someone would find scissors and cut themself free from the control of the puppet master.
It became a recurring thing at night that someone who had escaped would bring scissors and cut someone free. You were only able to cut one person free. Once you saved your person you had to leave, run, get out and escape.
Little by little people ran from his control. Until there was one left. All but one. No one had chosen her; she was stuck in the control of the puppet master and no one was left to cut her free. There are many reasons this one girl was left. No one messed with the king’s daughter. It was torture.
She was attached by rope, an invisible rope tying her to a monster, her father, who she only wanted to escape. The ropes kept pulling her to the puppet master. She was a pawn in his game, something for him to ruin and control.
Soon the king lost his kingdom because he had no one to rule. But that was ook for him because he still had his precious little girl, his daughter. They moved to a different kingdom and became citizens. They knew no one.
Everyone had left her; it was like she was free but still attached. She lived a normal life. She went to school and she had friends. Anyone looking in would think this girl had the best life. But for her it was prison.
It was her personal torture. Her only escape was her thoughts. It was the only thing he did not control. She was in control but when he yelled, he was in control. And he knew it. It was the only way to keep the ropes from breaking. He yelled a lot.
He told her what she wanted to do and he made her feel horrible. Didn't he know that she was just a child. She loved him. She loved her father because she had to but she did not like him. She did not like being around him.
You can not choose your family but you can choose your friends and she did not like him. Sooner or later he would learn that he would close everything. You don't have to control someone for them to be in your life.
And the puppet master did not know that. And his daughter would soon find out. That when she is strong enough she won't need scissors to cut the ropes.
She will just walk out the door.
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Kısa HikayeThis is random short stories/poems that I write. I just want to get better at writing so I have the guts to publish a book one day so this is my way of starting.