Note: This drabble (a short story of exactly 100 words) was written as part of a Writer’s Digest contest.
The Lizard’s Throne
Majesty, nobility, and dignity amassed in abundance. The castle that once occupied these grounds stood as the embodiment of human greatness in all its splendor.
The luxuries of man overflowed. Wealth, power, fame, beauty, and status all flourished here. Every possible human need was fulfilled with lavish excess. No want left unmet. No achievement remained to strive for. No purpose yet to realize. No obstacle still to overcome.
We had it all—and it destroyed us. The trappings of all that we longed for inevitably led to our ruin. Now, all that remains of man’s glory is the lizard’s throne.