You can
make anything
by writing.
C.S. Lewis
David could hear nothing but the gentle wind blowing in from the South, the calming sounds of the oceans waves beneath him as he stood on the headland. He could sense birds flying across the ocean through the darkness. The suns heat lingered in the air long after its departure. He could see nothing. Nothing but the glint of moonlight on broken glass. The same glass he had been drinking from just moments before. Darkness consumed the landscape, so he didn't see the groups of gangs running along the shoreline, guns aimed. He didn't hear doors being kicked down, the people screaming. He didn't know they were coming for him, and only him. He knew only when his eyes slid shut and he floated away.
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Random Fiction Writing
General FictionFiction/ fantasy stories. Take from it what you will. Perhaps one of these pieces could be the start of your new story! Please give feedback to help me improve my writing! Taking suggestions of story ideas.
