In English Class, we had to write a story or description of a house without using the word 'house', and this is what I wrote.
There it stands, the place i spent most of my childhood. It may look old and run-down now, but back then it was my castle. I would look out the window on the top floor and imagine that my subjects were below, watching me wave at them. Sometimes I could just walk outside without a care, but other times I had to sneak around as to not get mobbed by my fans. I would march into the woods with my knights following behind. There were times we scouted, other times we subjugated monsters, and yet other times we rescued a maiden in distress. But times change and suddenly we left to go to the city. When I came back the remnants of my castle still held the memories of my childhood, but I was no longer the king.
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Short Stories From a Camera
Short StoryA collection of random short stories. Some of the stories are related to my other stories (The Monster Hero and Nature's Sign). Not all of them are stories, some are poems or other things.
