Yes, second topic, third post. Of to a good start ^.^ Anyways, this is just the first of what I started to write. And to let you know, as this story continues, it will grow darker...Because I'm like that
. The character(s) come from a character idea from The Wastelands on Furcadia.
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The Tale of Sorrow
Our story begins in Sorrow's small tribe settlement in Alaska. Although, for a little while our character's name is not Sorrow, but...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Kyle! Are you mad!?", his mother's voice was just quiet enough not to be classified as a screech, but still high and shrill. "There's nothing out there but...But frozen barren wastes. You'll die if you go out there!"
Kyle's voice was calm and steady, and unphased by his mother's warning "Mom... I'll be fine," he reassured her. "I've learned enough from hunting with the others, I know how to survive out there. And besides, what if I find something out there? Like a building with food in it or something? We wouldn't have to risk losing any more hunters... You know?"
His mother sighed, "Well... I guess I can't really do anything to keep you here. I should go tell the others if they find your corpse, not to haul it back here for burial."
Kyle laughed, "Well jeez, love you too...And tell dad, and Tony that I love them too."
Kyle's mother smiled and hugged him, "Just watch out for those God forbidden beasts" she said as he started to leave.
He stopped and looked over his shoulder, and nudged his sword, which was sheathed and set at his side. "With this, they'll have to watch out for me." And with that, he left, disappearing into the white abyss.
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Kyle was adventurous, all his life, all he lived for was to one day explore the world. Although, now that was going to be difficult, seeing as there is no planes, no trains, no boats, and only a handful of land vehicles that people managed to repair. But why was this? In 2077 - October 23, all hell broke loose, as bombs started to fall, between America and China, the rest of the world was caught in between it all. When the dust finally settled, not a lot was still left standing... The Earth had become a wasteland...------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ok, well I know I fail at writing, but this is my attempt. This is only the beginning of this story, as I continue to write I'll update it. If any of you are interested, that is.
Any comments, and or criticism is welcome.
