By: Melissa Ratliff
I used to be a king. I stood tall, taller than anything else and kept watch over this world. It was a different world then. The winds and the rains were relentless, wearing me down ever so slightly as the millennia passed by. I thought nothing of it, for I was vain. Then the earth shook and I tumbled. From mountain to boulder, boulder to rock, rock to stone, stone to pebble. Oh how the mighty have fallen. Water rushes over me now. How much longer until pebble turns to sand? Sand to dirt? Dirt to speck? Speck to nothing?