The following is an excerpt taken from a story I am currently writing, it began as an exercise in style but has developed into a project of much larger scope. I am a very non-linear writer and this is nowhere near the beginning of the story, but I hope it intrigues you to the point that you want to read more.
The hard ground was strewn with deep, putrified cracks emitting nothing but the sun scorched stench of the dead they held, often forcing Ethian to walk endless, serpentine leagues back to his eastward line of travel, and soon after his course turned southward, winding between the very deepest wrinkles in the ground; and all around him there loomed nothing but a decaying wasteland, stretching defiled and degraded from the horizon upon which lay a thin streak of life. Towards this horizon the eastward course wound, and there it mocked him; and he did not halt, for the earth-scars grew across the wasteland, and their cavernous jaws were an odious proposition for the wayfarer, so ferocious that often Ethian must run forward like an agitated deer stealing away from the stillborn tremors.
Until at last, scarred by the sighing sun, he devoted all hope to the one phantasm that fluttered on the edges of his tightly drawn consciousness; a lone figure plying its way through the spoiled blemish. The last rays of the sun catcalled on the skyline when Ethian finally came face-to-face with the gnarled grave-maker of Ker.
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I’ll post more pieces of this project as I move forward.
Wow I never thought you could do things like this Jerm