Oscar glanced across the room, where his mother was sitting by herself.
The Acolyte’s eyes stung from the sweat which was dripping off his forehead. He wasn’t adverse to hard work, which was all Acolytes knew, but the climb was arduous.
The armored Humvee crawled down the rubble-strewn avenue, avoiding the larger piles and dodging craters, before it came to stop at its destination.
Grimby yawned as his partner rambled off his notes from the previous day’s shift. The dwarf hadn’t been getting a lot of sleep as of late, the many stakeouts of suspected smugglers were beginning to take their toll. “Hey, Fineflin. Do me a favor and shut up?” The elf stiffened and straightened his shirt. “Oh,…
I dreamed up this story the other week and thought I’d share it here to get some thoughts from folks. I’m still pondering the nature of this world, and how this story will unfold, but I do like this first scene.
I gave my first author interview! Thanks @jeanleesworld!