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Strangers, Followers and bloggers alike!

Happening here, happening now! Is the first peak at a story you wouldn’t read this early if I never was granted permission to share it.

THIS IS NOT A SCIENCE FICTION STORY – but i highly recommend reading it and providing any feed back.

Before you do read it, i do remind folks that this is original work, and basic rights are protected even by me sharing.

Ironically this is the first short story I have posted in sometime; says something about a possible alteration in my title. 


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“Anon of Brastalon/TiitledUnderReview”

Prologue:

He struggled to regain his footing. Once he got to his feet he continued to run. He heard yells and shrieks of agony from behind him but he fought the urge to look back; he knew he couldn’t bear the sight he would see and he couldn’t risk getting tripped up again if he hoped to survive. About thirty paces to his right was the edge of the plateau; the massive plateau on which the Capital city stood. The city itself was barely visible. It was the only light in the sea of darkness that surrounded him. He continued to run. He glanced to his left into the trees and saw nothing but darkness. He felt so alone. The darkness consumed everything; he could barely see his feet as they hit the ground. The Capital city seemed to be moving away from him as he ran. He ran until his legs could carry him no more; yet, felt no closer to the city than when he began. Eventually the screams behind him subsided and he felt a fleeting sense of relief; not for his current situation but because the pain that reached for him at every scream had finally ceased. He doubled over breathing heavily. He was still in shock from what had just happened, A caravan of not even two dozen men? And Acridian merchants at that!? He thought as he tried to regain his breath; How could this happen? And so close to the Capital City? It was like something out of a nightmare: they came straight from the shadows. As he thought, he noticed the silence around him. It made him shudder. He continued to recount the experience; They struck before we even saw them. I swear if I—. He didn’t have time to finish his thought before he felt a sharp pain directly below his left shoulder blade. The source of this pain carried enough force to put him on his knees. He struggled to breathe as his torso remained awkwardly upright, supported by his knees. Gravity pulled at his body and provoked it to turn with the bulk of his weight. As he rolled onto the ground, there was a loud ‘snap’ of the arrow in his back breaking under his weight and lodging itself further into his body; which sent a sharp pain through his chest. As his life faded away, the last thing he saw was the sigil of a red scorpion on the chest of a dark hooded figure. The figure reached for something and the Acridian closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. The last thing he felt was the touch of cold metal caressing his throat… and all was silent.”

Story by Robert D. Fulmer

Excerpt From: Anon. iBooks.

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picture credit can be found here Deviant Artist Aries