A vast swathe of arid earth stretches from the river into the ever moving, changing vault. This is the stage for the people to dance their adventures to each other in the safe glow of the evening fire, surrounded by their small hovels.
Painted on the nearby rock faces lingers the remnants of an ancient people, leaving us a glimpse of their connections to our world.
Along the spine of the ridge, the rocks bask in the sun.
JE LEEST
Tend Towards
Algemene fictieThese are my entries into the Weekly Wattpad Contest by @Contests that I judge. And maybe just one or two contest entries into contests that I don't. How fun. Key: [W] Weekly Wattpad Contest [F] Writing Fury's Weekly Contest [P] Pedantic Prosody [R]...
