Crows fly free overhead of a world forsaken by man. As the trees sway, resisting against the harsh wind that batters them, the dying leaves fly off to meet their kinsmen within the darkened abyss of the earth. Bodies lie burnt on the crimson sand, the breeze bringing dust upon the corpses, a shallow grave.1
A silent screaming arises from the few lives existing upon the dry ground, an atmosphere of agony surrounding the ghostly island of death and destruction.2
Memories of times gone linger within the air of the isolated village. Happy times of playing with children move to frightening times, running from figures shrouded in evil. Shining blades stabbing into terrified souls, stealing life force from guilty and innocent alike. Screams making no difference to the non-existent hearts of the attackers.3
Screams became silence as the field lies barren and bloodstained.4
A contest entry
- A song without Lyrics by Mort.
350 points, ended March 6, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow, amazing imagery used here!
This is really, really good, I'd like to hear the full story.
I think this would be a good start to a story, don't you think?
This was really good and I liked it a lot!
Good Luck in the contest!
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wow this was a really great story.. keep writing!!
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