So some of my new goals for this year were to start writing. Here’s short story numero uno which I titled The Hunter.
He stands up and gazes down. His arms are covered in blood to his elbows. It drips slowly from his hands. Dark red congealed pieces have dried and now lay in the corners of his fingernails. Wide-eyed, he takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, his breath billowing out in front of him in the cold, crisp air. The boyish fops of blonde hair stick out from beneath the beanie covering his young face. His world has changed.
Earlier, the day started out as a beautiful and exciting one. Fresh snow had fallen the night before and had frozen into a brittle crust over the ground. Their boots crunched across it as they walked. Big as giants. The prideful destroyers.
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