Creative Writing From An Image

I Remember.....

I remember children running through my halls, playing on my carpets and jumping on my beds. I remember their laughs echoing in the courtyard. But no more children run.  No more children.  That was so many years ago and I am but a husk of what I used to be. Back then the country was a mass of lush green fields and and towering oaks. But that time was long ago.

By Ben Connolly, Room 3