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.
