Inspiration for our writing

Inspiration for our writing

The market place was silent. No smoke came from the chimneys. No-one was in the streets, or in pubs and the warm glow of the village was put out by the ringing bells in the distance. The sad slow ringing echoed through the village. The people stood there motionless and staring in dismay at the fire. The fire burning the body of their king. The princess was staring down at the gold mask placed upon her father’s face. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she stared at the people she would now have to rule over. I stood opposite her and stared at her beautiful face, she looked back at me my father called me “William come your mother needs you NOW!” He said firmly “Hazel is ill!”