The borderlands hadn’t been crossed in centuries. At least that was what everyone believed.
All that had tried, had never returned to prove it was possible.
None had ever come out of the waste from other lands.
Until now. When came the stranger, who commanded a strange beast. His cloths, his looks, his words, were strange as well.
His weapons were strange, yet similar.
His dark weathered skin held a genuine smile. Open and friendly was his demeanor. The women were easily enamered with him.
That day, our world changed. No longer would our numbers slowly diminish.
We would survive.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
I AM
This is not who I thought I would be. Before my family was captured and forced into slavery, I had aspirations of becoming a wealthy business owner or possibly a scholar and philosopher. Becoming a warrior was the furthest thing from my mind. Unfortunately, our Roman conquerors had other plans.
By Mark Gagnon4 days ago in Fiction
60 Seconds With Sarah
Tick. Tock. The clock struck midnight, its chime reverberating through the stillness of Sarah's grandfather's house like an ominous bell tolling in the night. Sarah lay frozen in her bed, her eyes wide open, heart pounding against her ribs as if trying to escape the confines of her chest. Each beat echoed louder than the last, drowning out the rhythmic ticking of the old mantle clock that had always been a familiar presence in the house. But tonight, that ticking seemed to mock her, a sinister accompaniment to the foreboding silence.
By Aaron Richmond6 days ago in Fiction
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Nice story!