Settling On The Drift

Settling On The Drift

  • WpView
    Reads 316
  • WpVote
    Votes 50
  • WpPart
    Parts 18
WpMetadataReadOngoing2h 25m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Feb 16, 2022
Going home on a cruise, accompanying beautiful sunsets, a hot girl, my little brother, my childhood friend, unlimited food and drinks and the vast blue sea. Seems like a dream, doesn't it? The only bonus added, in my case, was that my brother was thrown into the ocean and the one who did it, escaped without handcuffs pressing their hands or my fingers around their neck. Seems like a nightmare, doesn't it?
All Rights Reserved
#830
austin
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • "Almost Green"
  • Strip Game - A Whirlwind Summer
  • The Enigma of Cursed Love
  • Until the Walls Fall
  • Short Stories and Poems
  • Supernatural Case Files
  • Amber

Strands of your mind cling together like web to a slippery leaf bathed in the morning dew. You have seen both heaven and hell, witnessed the atrocities of war firsthand, and imagined a better life in the deepest, most intimate corners of your dreaming spirit. The wishes for peace and certainty you have once so desperately longed for, now lay trampled underneath the might of your mind's vivid horrors. What was once so bright and lively, now cowers in fear, clinging to gone memories like a shipwreck survivor to some lowly piece of driftwood. From the depths of hell, you arrived victorious, grasping the laurel wreath high above your head. Unrecognizable, with your empty eyes telling a story of innocence brutally taken away from the child curling in shame in the depths of your empty soul. Almost green you are, curly head, having grown up with a rifle by your bedside table, never knowing peace and quiet. Out of the pan that was the Kazdel Civil War and into the scorching flames of Lungmen, where life flows by on its own accord, here, you must learn to live once more. So put on your best facade, Let the reuniting trumpets ring a wild, And allow the city to swallow you whole. Here we are, a continuation of my previous work "Goodbye Curly Head", which sprawled into quite the epistle (but it wasn't really a letter, it's just long :P). Summarized in the most basic way possible, it's a story about a twenty-year-old Kazdel Civil War veteran who goes to Lungmen and has some troubles acclimating to the steady life presented before him. Sprinkle in a too-good-to-be-true offer and a freshly established logistics company, and you get Andy trying to make it big for as long as his deteriorating mental state lets him. I'd say it works as a standalone story for anyone who doesn't want to bother reading the first part. For now, at least. As always, please, pwwease leave a comment, positive, negative, I LOOOVE reading and replying to comments!!

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines