Storygram #170
In a panic, she started to run. She ran through hallways that wound about and only led back into themselves. Rooms led to bigger rooms with more hallways, an endless house. All she wanted was to get out.
Storygram #169
After Sharliam had wandered through the desert for several days without water, he collapsed into the sand. Every part of him wanted to sleep. He was ready to give up and walk into the welcoming arms of death.
Storygram #168
She sat alone, moving a dress through a needle that pumped up and down. It was just a simple stitch job, but she was grateful for anything. She daydreamed about the days when she and her seven sisters all sat in the building, creating beautiful custom wedding gowns for giddy brides.
Storygram #167
The trail wound through a diverse landscape, ducking in and out of forests and open spaces. It was the perfect place for him to ride his bike for miles and be completely undisturbed by humanity.
Storygram #166
“The mountain has a living heart,” they said. It can feel—love, cry, hold a grudge. And the keeper of its heart dwells within it. An adventurer and explorer, Daniel Hollow had to know if it was true.
Storygram #165
Marching down the sidewalk with our Student Conduct Handbooks in our right hands, I spot something skipping across the ground. As I get closer to it, I can see it has writing on it. Trash is rare, but artifacts from before the wars are even more so. I have to have it.