Visdare 86 Elite. I would have loved more than 150 words for this one. 
My Magic Castle
When I was small, I would watch through rotten dirty windows, dreaming my Prince Charming would appear through overgrowth. Although I knew I could never leave.
We didn’t have many visitors. They called it the ‘haunted tower’. I was a Witch. I laughed, told them I would turn them into toads if they said that again. They didn’t. So I was always invited to parties, just in case.
Grandpa was King of our magic kingdom. I was Princess. Our “Castle” had been built for elite like us 150 years before. Grandpa didn’t have enough TLC for us both. Or money. I was truly loved.
‘Don’t waste your inheritance’ I spun Grandpa in his new throne. He pretended to be annoyed.
“We need colour, light”.
“You have given me plenty already child”
As I watched from the window,’ he’ appeared, cutting through branches. I immediately knew he would never leave me.
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Vanessa L Lester @VanessaLester
Vanessa L. Lester 
Brilliant. There are a few of mine I have put on the ‘to be lengthened pile, I think you should do the same with this one. Love it.