Autobiography of a Broken Chair
Creek! Geek! These were the sounds I made, Hello! I'm a broken chair. Just made up if wooden rods nailed together. I was made by a carpenter named Max. He was a cunning fellow who used to cheat on his innocent customers. He purposely broke my leg and sold me to a rich family for One Hundred dollars. Life was so boring for me. I had nothing to do. All I had to do was to stand on my feet the whole day until someone sat on me. My broken leg would always make me fall but still I wouldn't lose my balance.
One day, I heard some shocking piece of news which almost tore me apart. Max the old carpenter, was arrested by the Cops for regularly cheating his customers. The people who bought me from Max inspected my strength. It was then that they came to know that my right leg was broken. I was thrown myself into the gutter. 'My life is over.' That's what I said to myself. A dump yard truck came towards me and picked me up. It was a long journey.
When we reacher our destination, I was thrown inside a closet filled with all types of chairs - Plastic, gold, wood and even sponge chairs. It was dark inside. I couldn't see a thing. Just then, light shone on me. The door was opened. I was picked by a man. He cut my broken leg. He took another wooden rod and nailed my body, After that I was carried away and was given to a fabric shop owner. The man struck some sponges onto my body. Then again, I was carried away and was given to a painter. He painted me by using sparkling gold and red colors. Finally, I was handed over to the King's royal guards. I was wondering what would happen next.
I couldn't believe my eyes. I was placed in the King's Palace. The King sat on me. I felt on top of the world. It was a terrific turn in my life. I was overwhelmed. I felt proud of myself. But then, the other chairs felt jealous of me. They decided to wipe me out from the Palace. They broke all my legs and pretended as if nothing had happened. The King was about to sit on me, the queen sat on me. I lost all my balance. But still, I was alive. I was cast away into the closet. I was thanked by my lucky stars. I started a new life. I gained many friends. I told them about my sad story. They felt bad for me. But they wold still treat me as if I was a royal chair.
I formed my army of chairs. We wanted to fight for justice. My friends helped me in every way that they could. We made a plan. We thought of destroying the chairs which tried to destroy me. We positioned ourselves. Just when the chairs were sent for washing, we attacked them. A fierce battle followed. My friends were killed and so were the bad guys. I was stunned. I didn't know what to do, Just then, the guards came to pick me up. but I did not want to stay without my friends. So I pretended that I was broken. The guards left me. I walked and walked till I reached home. I spent my life helping poor people who sat on me. And that was the end of my story.
Autobiography of a Broken Chair - 
For twenty years, I had the pride of place at the head of the Banquet table in the Buckingham Palace. The Queen sat on me for every Banquet table in the Buckingham Palace. The Queen sat on me for every banquet which she organized in the palace. From the Grandiose Banquet Hall, I have relegated to the dark and dingy storage space in the basement, for now I am an old broken chair. Here I patiently await my final journey.
My life started twenty years ago, when a team of royal carpenters made me and my ninety-nine mates from grand oak trees. When we were being designed, I sensed that I was more special than the others. They all were made similarly but I was bigger and more ornate, as I had extra carvings and designs. The head carpenter made me specially all by himself. I wondered why.
Finally, the grand table was completed and we were assembled in the Banquet Hall, I was at the head of the table and I realized that I was meant to adorn the Queen. Then the great day came The Queen organized a grand gala Banquet to be held in the Palace. She sat on me, and made many famous statesmen and ladies were present. From that day onwards, the Queen sat on me for every Banquet which she held.
I heard many discussions about war and battles, as well as peace and tranquility. Many a war was presented due to the discussions. I could sense the Queen's feelings and emotions, when she was sad and when she was happy. Like this, twenty years of my life flashed by. Then, suddenly, one day I noticed that everyone in the Banquet Hall was silent. I heard people whispering that the Queen was dead.
After that horrible day, the Banquet Hall was not used for a long time. Then, one fine day, the doors of the hall were open. My friends and I were inspected and then taken to the storage space in the basement, as we were found to be very old and broken. I heard that were going to be taken to the workshop to be chopped up as fire-wood.
Here, I patiently await my final journey, and I have no regrets, because I am going to be useful right to the very end, because I know I am going to warm some one's hearth on a cold winter day.
As you can see, I have two different stories here. Hope they are both good, or you could always let me know which one of them is better. Even if neither of them are good, let me know! Cheers. =)