Sarah Gaspar
Stories (2/0)
Wandering
Try as I might, I never succeed. Standing at the edge of glory just to have it ripped away. I laughed. How had I been so foolish to think this world would be any different? My body shook from blood loss. After 78 lives, I would think I would be used to the feeling. Torture though never lost its unpleasantness. The light from the fire moved in time with my heart. I guessed it would only be a few more minutes.
By Sarah Gaspar3 years ago in Fiction
Monotony
“The downfall of mankind will be itself.” The words of the President’s last transmission, only hours before the United States government fell. The longest lasting unified front in the world. Holding its own against the Liberation for twenty seven years. For the first time making the world one people.
By Sarah Gaspar3 years ago in Fiction