Day Six – …And Crumble The door creaked open with a shrill cry, disturbing a dusty house that hadn’t seen life for years. Grane watched the dust dance in rays of sunlight, disturbed by the thought that this uninspired abode might be her final destination. She looked around trying to find a glimmer of something […]
Day Five – The West That Weeps Weary in body and spirit yet still pressing on, Grane and Rock had become more than situational companions, the two had become something resembling friends. She had never had the heart to leave him, but getting attached was the opposite of her intentions. Still, it was a nice […]
Day Four – Desiccated Souls Squeaking by on whatever scraps of food they could scavenge on the trail, and down to Grane’s single canteen between the pair, the huntress and her young companion pushed deeper and deeper west. Rock’s tribal life certainly wasn’t easy, few in the wastes could rightly claim such a thing, but […]
Day Three – Human Accompanied by the young Rock, Grane pushed ever westward. The events of the previous day had been tragic, but the materials she had gained because of it may very well end up being the reason she would live longer than a few more nights. Grane again trekked across the endless sands, […]
Grane Day 2 is up in the short stories section. It’s ‘aight I guess. Grane as a whole is meant to have very little dialogue and a whole lot of exposition. We Used to Be Someone is meant to have a whole lot of dialogue. Grane is going swimmingly and is probably competing with Chime […]
Day Two – Another End She carried herself westward, quenched by the witch’s own well. Living as she had, one could go weeks without food, but still merely days without water. The sands were calmer now, and visibility was high. The rare delight raised the huntress’ spirits, for trouble could better be avoided, and respite […]
She had forgotten how old she had become. Time had lost all meaning. The hourglass lay smashed and her sands strewn all across creation. Weeks? Months? Years? Did she even age anymore, or had she become eternal like the desert she walked? She was just another grain of sand in the ceaseless storm, and so […]
