Tell A Story
June 7, 2008
I wrote this piece for Speech class. The assignment was to tell a story. There was a three minute time limit, I believe, so I had to keep it short. We were required to have some sort of moral or lesson, hence the final line. As I was returning to my seat, the guy next to me said, “You had a messed up childhood, didn’t you?”
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Imagine, if you will, a palace chamber, a throne room. Magnificent in its size, glorious in its opulence, ancient beyond all reckoning. Huge columns of carved stone stretch to the ceiling above, accented in gold filigree. Statues line each side of the chamber, the lineage of kings passed down through the ages. At the end, the royal dais. Steps carved out of one massive slab, and at the top, the throne. Once, it was truly regal, a thing of beauty, a seat of power. Now, it’s crushed beneath a monster.
