*Dystopian*
Kane looked out at the wasteland before the mountain. He felt the sharp, cold wind biting at his face and skin underneath his cloak. Neshny chuffed beneath him as tendrils of his mane floated about in the wind.
"Hush, Neshny." His voice was strong but softly spoken as he commanded for the beast's silence.
Kane was angry but he could not let his emotions get in the way of what he was going to do. He was about to go into the belly of the beast, the source of his anger.
With nothing but the wind whispering and dancing about he studied the ancient contraption trapped within the stone.
He knew that if he followed through with his plan it was not likely he would return.
A scowl set on his features as his thoughts continued.
No, he would probably return. Piece by piece they would send him back. Back to his kid sister, back to Mrs. Baker, until he was nothing but a pile of bloody bones and broken promises.
He had decided.
He would not return at all. If he succeeded in his plan they would surely be after him and he could not lead them to his home.
His heart tugged painfully at the thought of never seeing his sister's big eyes and bright smile as he came home from a long day.
With that thought he urged Neshny towards their destination, towards his death, his future.
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Hey so the picture is the one I used as a prompt to write this one. It was actually an entry for a writing contest on Instagram. I hope you enjoyed!
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Thoughts Left Behind
General FictionA compilation of short stories in a variety of different genres. (Sorry this is such a terrible description, there was no way to put it without it sounding really stupid.)
