The Delivery - An original short story
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General) North American (General) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)Transcript
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the delivery. Dead trees parted way to a dimly lit carriage, carting. A large metal cage wind was howling through the treetops and drifting to the suit cover ground below the dusk forest was thick with branches thorns and ash that no light, not even the sun could shine through within the cart. Sata salo masi mayor. It's snorted and huffed in place, looking for a way to escape, but to no avail. The metal bars would spark yellow every moment the creature would even so much as nick the steel. Suddenly there was a foul gust that blew through the carriage and dampens the lantern, casting it and its inhabitants in a blinding darkness. What the place is! Is happening cartman! Get us out of here! The scribe called out from inside the carriage. The cartman snapped his reins and yelled for the two horses to break into a gallop, the wheels on the cart and carriage creaked, then slammed loudly against roots and pebbles that littered the ground. They were still drenched in darkness from the Ascii pollen that the trees secreted the horses. Instincts were there only guide as they raced through the never ending void. Suddenly all came to a halt which nearly vaulted the cartman out of his seat. He frantically reached for a box of matches in his coat, but could not seem to find them. The scribe climbed out of the carriage and with an annoyed huff snapped his fingers, and instantly the lantern lit up again. Why the **** did you stop describe, geared? The cartman simply pointed in front of them, where the horses had seized. They were snorting and neighing at a river filled with blackwater and dead fish floating on the surface. The stench of disease and decay smothered the air in a palpable, thick fog. This place is truly, as they say, it is unwelcoming fields of the brim with death, the cartman said, shakily. Just then a figure emerged from the other side of the river. Large salo Mayor, the same shade as the one in the cage appeared, with a skeletal figure riding. It's back. The skeletons sockets glow to crimson red, and it wielded a jagged spiked bow with a dilapidated quiver of arrows. Without hesitation the skeleton archer notched an arrow and sent it flying directly into the forehead of the cartman. The cartman's body collapsed onto the ashen ground lifeless and pooling with blood. The scribe, also being of quick reflex, flicked his finger and out, shot a bullet of fire directly hitting the skeleton. The enemy shrieked as its tattered cloak roared with arcane flames. It fell off the back of the Mayor, and just as the bones hit the dirt the mayor leaped over the river, sped past the scribe and slammed itself into the cage, causing the bars to burst open. Whatever containment spell was on the cage did not stand a chance against the mayor's ram attack. Dust rose and settled back down to the forest floor, leaving a coughing scribe alone. He looked up and saw the shambles of the cage left behind. But no salo mayor in sight. Great! Just great! That kelty was supposed to be delivered to the northern elves and orange Fell. What the blazes am I supposed to do now? The scribe exclaimed, and with a heavy sigh clapped his hands together to summon a portal back to scrupulous to report what occurred. Just as he was stepping into the portal, he glanced back and saw two pairs of yellow eyes staring back at him from the darkness, and next to them a broken down forgotten cabin. If he didn't know any better, he would have sworn he saw a human like figures standing next to the camps as well. That's the last time I think of making my own shortcut described, muttered as he disappeared into the portal. The figure standing with the copy padded one gently on the head and lead them into the cabin door. The door closed behind the second Mayor, and all the windows in the cabin emitted a bright, sickly green color before going out leaving the cabin and the dusk woods amidst the void. Once again