Storygram #190
The battle was long and exceptionally bloody. I was delirious from the hours of fighting, parched to a point I had never before experienced. The last man standing from an entire field of armored soldiers…
Storygram #146
“If you ever see the red door, take her. She only appears once to those who’ve heard of her. Lead you to adventure, she will. To another time when men fought for honor and sought justice. When valor was the man’s soulmate. When she appears, take her.”
Storygram #135
He stumbled through the field, denying his body its right to shut down from the blood loss. His enemy had thought it more satisfying to watch him struggle for life, rather than finish the deed.
Storygram #105
The living room was lit only by the faint glow of a TV. He was sound asleep on the couch, where his exhaustion had triumphed over his will to get in bed, as it did every night. It wasn’t until the TV went to silent static that he awoke.
Storygram #83
He wasn’t nervous. Anger, apprehension, and confusion were all there—but not nervousness. He considered breaking the rules, putting a stop to this game they were playing, but nervousness wasn’t the reason.