When The World Stops Making Sense

When The World Stops Making Sense

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She looked at me with a face smudged with blood, "Be good" she said "try and find friends who will help you in life and please forgive me for leaving you so soon", tears started pouring from her eyes and she started to close her eyes,"momma" a 3 year old was calling for his sleeping mother yet she didn't wake up, he crawled to her side and just looked around seemingly at nothing with an innocence of a child oblivious to his surrounding. Out side of the stone temple where the woman and her child lay, fire hotter than lava was eating at the landscape obliterating everything in its path "Where is it" a man with a spider tattoo on his neck shouted to the scared people of the Burning village. No one knew where the item was hidden, the thief was last seen running towards this village after being injured by the horsemen of hell, fierce men who have a stone cold heart and a desire for murder, their body was cursed to not feel any pain and their soul belong to their master. They are the ultimate warriors. "we don't know we swear, please have mercy" an old woman with bone sticking out of her leg after being beaten said, she immediately caught fire and died screaming cursing her killer. He would have laughed if he didn't absolutely need to find that item or he would die for his failure. "I said WHERE IS IT" fire sprawled out of his hand like a snake and melted the ground near his next victim, "we never saw anyone entering this village with the description you gave us, the only people or .. THINGS who came here in the past month are the old priest you murderers killed on the outskirts of the village and a woman and her child and those also died by your fire" the young man spat with a death glare towards his tormenter. .........)) ___________________________________________ I hope you enjoy this story and of course I welcome any criticism but not in the comment section, if you feel like criticising my story then by all means do so but in my inbox and I will reply.
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