A Collection of Original Short Stories

Far Away (Euphoria)

There had always been a breeze that would pass by each morning at the top of the mountain.

She would always sit to enjoy it for a while. It was almost peaceful up here.

Ryder sat cross-legged on an edge, examining the endless horizon. The sun was barely cresting over the line that was the horizon, but there was no denying just how beautiful the ocean was from this height. Way above the castle, where nothing was limited by the judgment of the people. Down below, people judged, and they judged harshly. Nothing that Ryder wanted to do was praised by those people down there, and she hated it. If only she could slice open their necks, that ought to teach them a lesson.

"Ryder! We need you to lift the gate!" yelled one of the miners.

The woman frowned, "Again? Can't you do anything yourselves?"

"You're stronger than all of us combined, Ryder. You're here for a reason, not to just-!"

"Aye, I get it. I'm a slave. There is no other reason for me to be here," Ryder gritted her teeth, then stood. "Get out of my way, Jackass."

Then Ryder went back at it again. The same as it was before.

Some things never change.