Today it was a lot harder to open my eyes. Each day I get older and rustier, and soon I don’t think I’ll be able to open my eyes at all.
The owners of this land stopped taking care of me. I used to be a magnificent statue. Visitors would come from every corner of the world to see the incredible man made of iron, who could talk, dance, and even do tricks. Now look at me; I’m just a rusty statue who can hardly open his eyes. Maybe it’s for the better. Statues were never meant to move anyway.
Hi Angelina! This was a sad and moving tale. The introduction and ending were really well-done and leave the reader on an impactful note. I especially liked the last line. Good work on this and keep writing!