I stared coldly, at the face of my father. He has grown soft and weak in his old age. With weak hand he called over a servant, and myself. The servant handed us both a pewter goblet of wine, according to plan. My father drank the wine in one gulp, before his face turned blue. I watched and feigned concern as he fell from the throne.
This is a LOT closer to a real story with a beginning, middle and end. There’s action, conflict (implied), and a resolution. Good job!
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That’s seems to be a popular way to take a throne! Well done!
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