Windmill Stories

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It was a hot summer of 2435 in the world of Azeroth. Two tired travelers were riding on their horses along the road. The first one was a tough old guy with white hair and beard. If you look a little closer, you can say that he was a brave knight. How? He was wearing an old, somewhere bent, yet shining armor. His horse was a majestic white beast, hard breathing hot summer air, blowing out the dust of the wild road. The second traveler was a young guy, probably a squire. He was riding on a brown horse, not the huge one like the knight's, but it was a working horse. Guy lazily played some musical instrument, not really good, to be honest.

Set beyond the rural community, in a deserted piece of land where only a windmill winds and the long fields of corn blow in the wind, a photographer immerses himself into a challenge: he will live for a year out there, sleeping in his truck and taking pictures. But things take a turn for the worst, when he spots a mysterious black creature lurking in the woods...

After losing his job, protagonist Aurim takes a farming job in a successful city called Tharwa, the brighest city in this shrouded planet. As he learns about the culture and lifestyle, he notices something off after finding his acquaintance behind the city Windmill, their face missing and body lifeless...

Just a few lines of thought

A secret spy organisation, missing agents, secret messages, an old lady, and a criminal organisation known as TRANCHE. Can a ragtag bunch of office workers and retired agents save the day when they are the last resort for France? If the man from Chateaulin has anything to do with it, there's a vague possibility everything will work out ok.

My words call you to this place neither of us has been to. But these feelings are old paints dried up on my bones And I have wallpaper thoughts of you peeling off my tongue. Like the pen marks on my palms, I am startled by all the scattered, infinite moments I have with you. I invite you to indulge in powerful words and viscous emotions, if only for a little while, if only for just this lifetime.

Idk i'll add one later bc i didn't plan this one out fully. Writing as it goes. SO far it's about someone who d!ed and they watch their lover live life without them.