The King.

The King.

A Story by word surgeon
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Based on the photo.

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I am the king here. Yes me, I am the king. King Charlie! Bow down to me!

I am the greatest and best king ever. Give me my sword, slave; I have a dragon to kill. Woosh, bang, yes! I killed him! Ha-ha, dragon, you thought you could kill the best king ever? Ha-ha!

This is my white palace. I will teach all my people to be good, and we will be the good guys. We have to fight the bad guys, they're outside there. Outside my white palace, in the green land. That's the bad place. Slave, get me my weapons! I must protect the lovely and fair Queen Annabelle. Oh yes my queen is very pretty. Her long blonde hair always shines in the classroom when she sits next to the window. And now I will protect her, for she is my queen!

What's that, messenger? They are coming? The baddies are coming! They're attacking my white palace! I will be brave now. I will be brave for my queen and for my people because that is what a king should do. And also because I am the greatest king ever. I will wear the best armour and have the shiniest and sharpest sword. And a shield, of course. Now they are coming, I can hear their horses and their shouting. They are coming closer now; but I am prepared, I will be strong and I am ready for them; I will fight bravely, and here they come now I can hear them, and now I am invincible, and they are coming closer and closer and -

''Charlie! Get out of the garden and come eat!''

That's mum. I have to go have dinner now.

© 2011 word surgeon


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Added on August 8, 2011
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