The Pale Ones
“I have heard of you, Seer-of-the-Ways,” I say. The warriors of the tribe stand behind me, and I feel their tension. It is as hard and bright as the wasteland…
I have always been interested in the sociological aspects of writing. Particularly that of different cultures. When done realistically, ancient cultures lose their mysticism and their esoteric nature. They become gritty real works of art, shocking and strange in their descriptions. I wanna hear a good stories about an ancient civilization that is completely fictional. I love to hear things about shamanistic tribal cultures, or anything set in the middle east. Some cultures used rituals similar to ancient spells, and told fortunes. That type of thing can really make for some wonderful fiction. If you think you’re up to the task try it, creating a world of your own can a really enriching experience.
“I have heard of you, Seer-of-the-Ways,” I say. The warriors of the tribe stand behind me, and I feel their tension. It is as hard and bright as the wasteland…
She walked alone through the shadows of the forest, listening carefully to the speech of the birds and the trees. She was armed with a bow and arrow and the…
Riksur hurried down the wide streets, sweat rolling down his face. It was hot but not unusual for the time of year. He sweat for the same reason he ran- he was…
The last thing I remember is boiling air peeling away my skin. Thick encrusted mucous seals my eyes. A breeze awakens every follicle, the sound of the sun…