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WindoftheLost

Short story By: Imuildaeren
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Submitted:Mar 18, 2010    Reads: 63    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Gone in the wind, harsh it is, strong its pulls. It tears the land as if it were paper, ruining the lives of so many, mothers watch as babies are sent from their arms to be impaled on a tree branch with a cry and sickening thud. Once the wind had stopped nothing was really left, those who survived walked around like ghosts in a land forever changed. After some time though a band of cheery people with lots of great things for the survivors came, they said how the survivors are amazing people and if cultivated into civilization could be magnificent. The people took it in, though not to heart as they seemed to be lacking one. Then one day an army of trouble and horde like people invaded the lands of the people massacring anything that moved in bloodlust. Now the people were helpless because their trusted cheery friends, their only protectors had rushed off and did not hear the peoples tormented calls.




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