His hunger tainted everything, the world, the sky, the air. I ran from it, ran underground, down, down, as far away from the heat and the hunger as I could, and did not stop until I found the lowest place.
The method for determining bad men was a new one to me.
From my current WIP, Notte. As usual, it’s unedited, so read at your own risk.
Only one structure of any significance rose from the place, and it had been built not only with mud and rocks, but also bones. Human, animal, and unknown – if it once comprised something’s skeletal structure, it was evidently good enough for these squalid architects.
The golden man did not expect me to try to bite his throat. No one expects that, generally.
More from Notte! It’s unedited, etc. I’m still behind on words, but that is okay. I’m making great progress.
“Keep up, idiot,” Re muttered, and I shook myself from my wonder to trot beside him.
Fair warning: this is almost completely unedited, beyond a quick skim for typos (which I probably missed anyway).That’s okay. First drafts are what they are.
Obviously, things have changed around here. I’m going to be editing and altering the look of this page later, but while the grunge thing was fun, it was also completely self-edited – that is, little old me, tweaking PHP and CSS, then using a slightly different PHP and CSS for my blog.