Storygram #169

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 #94

Storygram #94

In the woods he could be a king, ordering his knights to cut down the rabble that spoke ill of his young reign. He could be a soldier, like his father, fighting for the freedom of his fellow countrymen, hiding in trenches and spying on the enemy.

Storygram #90

Storygram #90

Alleys had never been his favorite places. They were dingy and full of society’s outcasts. At least he had always made that distinction between himself and them, but now, he was no different. He had become more a part of their world than he’d ever thought possible.

Storygram #69

Storygram #69

The path was coated in mud, making it difficult for him to run. He could hear the growling of their ATVs closing in on him from behind. He didn’t care if they caught him, just as long as he reached the control room under the tower first.

Storygram #64

Storygram #64

Playing my flute is the only way I have to pass the time out there. Something feels wrong about the day. And the pasture seems too quiet.

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