Status: Completed hopefully with a sequel coming... Maybe
Blood Thirsty Times
Without her
After she died, my life turned to hell. I wanted to die, to be with her, in her arms. I was an orphan. Orphaned children never survived long alone.
I managed to scavenge a few jobs, some, that any young child would enjoy. Taking care of pigs, feeding them and making sure illnesses weren't contracted. The jobs were just shitty to me, I didn't enjoy them at all. I kept thinking about her. About where she was burned. I earned a small amount of coinage then went to my sad, lonely house, collected my few, sad belongings like my small purse of saved coins, walked outside. And took one last look at my house. Then I ran!
I bolted away, fearing the future but hating the past. Whatever I came across, had, just had to be better than what I had endured back there, with her!
I managed to scavenge a few jobs, some, that any young child would enjoy. Taking care of pigs, feeding them and making sure illnesses weren't contracted. The jobs were just shitty to me, I didn't enjoy them at all. I kept thinking about her. About where she was burned. I earned a small amount of coinage then went to my sad, lonely house, collected my few, sad belongings like my small purse of saved coins, walked outside. And took one last look at my house. Then I ran!
I bolted away, fearing the future but hating the past. Whatever I came across, had, just had to be better than what I had endured back there, with her!