Fourteen Days of Wandering
Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling through the nights guided only by the stars and hiding during the days behind some protruding rock or among the occasional hills I traversed.
Could you clarify how you’d like me to assist with this?
I shouted above the sudden noise. She looked away from me downhill. The people were coming out of their houses, astonished.
When Curiosity Meets Observation
By the light of the now brilliant moons I saw that he was but a shadow of his former self, and as he turned from my caress and commenced greedily.
Towards Maybury Hill: Embedded in Motion
At first I regarded little but the road before me, and then abruptly my attention was arrested by something that was moving rapidly.