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The king of the castle.

I used to decorate my demons and let them collect dust in the corners of my room but I eventually found out they don’t get any prettier nor any less obtrusive. And so I put up the lipstick and grabbed for the duster and faced them. The bunch of us went to war for a good while, they fed me plenty of scars and at one point I thought I wasn’t going to make it. But I did. I’m still here. And they’re still in my room but now their heads are mounted and I’m the king of the castle.

By Cole Schafer.


P.S. One day these one minute writings will be a big book called “One Minute, Please.” Can I let you know when that day comes? You can say yes, here.


Cole Schafer