Delaney Rose
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Stories (2/0)
Stay
Heavy breathing rose from the group of horses in the chill evening air. Dappled coats were slicked with sweat from the harrowing ride through the mountain pass, their riders now gathered in the house up the hill to talk of pressing matters. Soldiers and war were all well and good, thought the young girl as she crept quietly through the barn doors, but there were wilder things in the night worth looking for.
By Delaney Rose3 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
It was a grey day, the usual, dressed in smog and crumbling ash. I left our little shack behind as I do most mornings, picking my way through the piles of refuse down to the dark river. Its oily waters twined and slithered their way toward the sea, a dull strip far on the horizon that sometimes flashed whitecaps when the winds picked up.
By Delaney Rose3 years ago in Fiction